Dialogue: Gig: Playing for Keeps

Enemy

What about roulette? Every try that?

Enemy

No. Chances to score are next to none.

Enemy

How, though? Chance is always the same, isn't it? Either you win, or you lose. Fifty-fifty.

Enemy

Mike?

Enemy

Yeah?

Enemy

You really need to stop huffin' glue.

Get this, four liter engine, six-cylinder.

Enemy

Quiet, I'm tryna think.

Enemy

Four wheel drive. Goes from zero to a hundred in three point two seconds. You fucking believe that? Three point -

Enemy

I'm about to drop your ass in three point two seconds – fuck! I'm playin' here!

Fixer

Jacob got his eye back, so I'm closing this gig, but V... we both know that wasn't top-quality work.

Maybe try a little harder next time, OK? Gig closed. And thanks.

Done and dusted. Jacob sends you his heartfelt thanks.

Also says he'll, uh, keep a closer eye on his implants from now on, hehe. Closing the gig.

Fixer

Hey, V! Got a friend in need. Wants to snatch back an eye he lost playin' cards. An implant, I mean.

Should be some easy, breezy eds. You in? Catch the detes attached.

Johnny

Ha. House is rakin' it in. Wonder what the boss has to say about it.

Hmm, lemme guess. Chicken daily special comes with five different sides.

Dirty rags, mold, roaches, rat shit, and chef's own pube salad with "special" ranch dressing.

V

Don't make this any worse than it has to be, all right?

Johnny

Seen a lot of shady mugs in my time, but that guy right there... Phwoo. That one takes the cake.