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Fred nodded to the man, making a mental note to go to the Torres family later. But he felt he had some... business to do with the Donna. He did a little dance on the spot, popping a few mentats. "Oo[i]ooooooo[/i]ooo[i]ooooohh[/i]hh yeah!" he shouted as their effects came upon him, his pupils dilating to take up almost his whole eye and then closing up to a small point. Now he was ready to have a real battle of wits and words. He blasted his recharger pistol into the air a few times, enjoying the pretty lights once more. 

Finally ready he ran out of the opposite end of the alley he was in knowing the laser would attract more like the rotten (literally and metaphorically) mouthed woman. An insane laugh trailing after him he stopped just outside the building. He knew the Donna would have goons and Guards and he would probably be stripped of his weapons; so he had made sure to hide his grenade he bought earlier in between his buttocks. He had made sure to do this before, knowing he would not have thought of that in his mentat-modified state of mind. He went to enter the shark club, ready for whatever awaited him.