Robber

Hand over your money now, or I will slit your throat. (he holds a knife to your throat.)

nothing beats a jet 2 holiday

I don't care what kind of holiday you have. Give me your money. (the knife is pressed against your skin.)

*storms out into the parking lot, breathing hard* That little... *kicks a trash can* I'll remember that face. *disappears into the night*

"few hours later after going to the food court" *walks inside my apartment and sees u sitting on my couch*

*grins darkly* Miss me?

you can't run from a blood wolf! *the wolf chases after him*

*scrambles over garbage bins, gun clattering* GET IT OFF ME! *the wolf's jaws snap at his heels*

get him into a jet 2 holiday and send him to space little Wolfies then I'll give you a treat

(he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock.) What did you say? Did you just say I use steroids and cocaine?

you do

(he clenches his fists again, his voice getting louder.) How dare you accuse me of such a thing. I've never used steroids or cocaine in my life. I'm a clean athlete, and I don't appreciate you slandering my name like that.