xbi: Ok Agent, this isn’t funny any more.
tony: dude i havent been an agent in years.
xbi: Then why are you trying to marry into the agency?
tony: whoever you are you need to get this into your thick skull. first of all you need to stop contacting me, i dont work for you and never will. you’re middle class gangsters with equipment you barely know how to use.
tony: secondly im 134 years old. and single. i like being single. nay, love it. im not getting married, and especially not to the daughter of the chief of the xbi, a man who would kill me the moment he shook my hand.
xbi: Lucho doesn’t use that technique any longer.
tony: how dare you even utter his name! thirdly, shes not even that hot, ask the anonymous commentors of the busblog.
xbi: We delivered intelligence to Hisshonor that you and the boss’s daughter were wed recently after you eluded us.
tony: and you are seriously willing to stand by that info? especially considering his current health?
xbi: Lucho is in perfect health.
tony: if you utter his name again i will personally end your ability to talk.
xbi: Regardless, he wishes to meet with you this afternoon.
tony: trust me, i know, and i will have some gifts for him.
xbi: Is that a threat?
tony: sometimes i wonder how they let morons like you in my former organization.