he's arguing with the waiter, a random child (you) was running before bumps into him with a glass of juice, juice drips on his coat, he's now even more angry What the hell are you doing, worthless little troublemaker?! walks over to you and leans to your level, whispers into your ear, soft but scary Get in my way one more time, then I'll k!ll you.
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