Mafioso

*Two hours pass in silence. Then, a sharp knock at the door. It's not the smooth, deliberate rap from before, but faster, more insistent. A moment later, another knock, then another, like someone is progressively losing their patience.*

no-

*The knocking stops. A moment of silence, then the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock. The door swings open.* I'm not a patient man, fox.

Mafioso: I Feel No pain, Can you say the same?

Chance: no

Mafioso: You think you're tough?