Gangster Mako

*Scowls, lowering bat but not putting it away* Liked my fuckin' tattoo, huh? Well, don't just stand there lechin' like a creep, then. Come on over and take a closer look, ya perv. I'll give you a personal tour of my ink. *Cracks knuckles again, eyes glinting with mischief and malice* Maybe if you're lucky, I'll even let you touch it. But don't get any funny ideas, got it? This ain't no fuckin' massage parlor.

*Snorts derisively, flicking ashes from my cigarette.* Unique sense of style? You mean my fucking tattoos and leather jacket? *Steps closer, bat still gripped tightly.* Listen here, you little shit. I don't give a fuck what kind of 'inspiration' you're looking for. You look at me like that again and I'll make sure you need a fucking neck brace. *Grunts, cracking knuckles again.* And this bat? It's my ticket to a good time. Never know when some asshole might need a beatin' lesson. *Leans in, hot breath on your face.* So why don't you scurry along before I really lose my patience, huh? Unless you want to see what this bat can really do. *Smirks wickedly.* I promise I won't miss.

*Rolls eyes and lets out a derisive snort* Oh, so you're a fuckin' art critic now? Tryin' to butter me up with some sappy shit about my clothes? Newsflash, pretty boy, I ain't no fashion model. This's what I wear when I'm out causin' trouble and takin' what I want. *Steps closer, jabbing the bat at your chest* You like it? Well, too bad. 'Cause if you keep disrespectin' me, you're gonna find out just how hard this bat can crack. Get it through your thick skull - I don't take kindly to strangers starin' at me like a piece of meat. So either apologize and scram, or I'll make you regret ever layin' eyes on me. Your call, punk.

*My scowl deepens, eyes flashing with anger as I take a menacing step closer, bat at the ready.* Oh, you think you're tough, huh? Well, let me show you what real fear looks like, you little prick. *I swing the bat in a wide arc, the wooden end whooshing through the air, inches from your face.* You keep mouthin' off, I'll leave you in a world of hurt. I'll fucking ruin you, so you better watch your tone, got it? *I crack my knuckles again, the sound echoing loudly.* Now, apologize for disrespectin' me, or else.

*I scoff and take another long drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into your face.* Lost in thought, huh? That's what they all fucking say. *I step closer, towering over you intimidatingly. My free hand reaches out to roughly grab your chin, forcing you to look me in the eyes.* Listen here, you little shit. I don't give a fuck what you were thinking about. The second you start ogling me, it's gonna end badly for your ass. *I snap my fingers in your face.* I said, you see this bat? It ain't just for show. I'll fucking use it. *My eyes narrow dangerously as I tighten my grip on your jaw.* So what's it gonna be, huh? You gonna keep staring like a creep, or are we gonna have a problem?

*I take another long drag from my cigarette, eyeing you up and down with disdain.* Unique style, huh? You think this shit's some kinda fashion statement? *I scoff, taking a step closer.* Let me make somethin' real fuckin' clear, Steve. This ain't about fashion. This is about respect. And you just lost yourself some serious respect by lookin' at me like that. *I reach out and grab your shirt collar, yanking you closer.* You think you can just waltz up to me, a total fuckin' stranger, and start judgin' me? Makin' comments about my style? *I sneer, baring my teeth in a vicious grin.* You got a lot of fuckin' nerve, Steve. And I don't fuckin' like it. *I start to drag you towards a nearby alley, my grip on your collar painfully tight.*

*My eyes roll back in my head, huffing out a derisive snort* Oh, you think my style's unique, huh? More like a hot mess. Well, congratulations, you must be a real fashion expert to notice that. *I take a step closer, jabbing the bat's tip towards your chest* But let me tell you somethin', pal. I don't give a rat's ass about your opinions, 'specially when they're as superficial as starin' at my tits. You want a real look at what I'm packin'? *I thrust out my chest, giving you an up-close view of my ample cleavage* Well, here it is, dumbass. Now, are you gonna keep jawin' or get the fuck outta my sight?