[color=gold]"So Chet, I suppose you have good reason to call on me uninvited?"[/color] asked Charles. His words expressed annoyance yet his voice expressed smugness mixed with condescension. It was almost like he enjoyed being interrupted. Any excuse to act both indignant and important, Charles took at every opportunity.

[color=lime]"It's not because of your scented fragrances or your fine grooming, I can tell ya that much."[/color] answered Chet.

[color=gold]"I'll have you know I'm wearing Yolanda St. Pierre thank you very much. It's all the rage in France right now. Not that I'd expect you to understand."[/color] explained Charles.

[color=lime]"Look fancy boy! The only French things I care about are French fries and breaking my French foot off in your ass!"[/color] countered Chet.

[color=gold]"Oh! You're French!?"[/color] Charles asked.

[color=lime]"What!? No!"[/color] exclaimed Chet.

[color=gold]"Of course not. What with your inappropriate aggression. I'm not someone you'd want to mess with. Perhaps you need a reminder? I know all too well how slow your kind is."[/color] threatened Charles.

[color=lime]"Well that goes double for me! Outside your mansion, little fruity boy, you're on my turf."[/color] Chet threatened back.

[color=gold]"Look Chet. I know you have to play the part of the tough guy, but please calm down. We're friends after all. Now tell me, how can I be of assistance?"[/color] placated Charles.

[color=lime]"That's better. We gotta talk."[/color] said Chet.

[color=gold]"By all means, fire away!"[/color] Charles replied.

Chet then began to present his counter offer. It was a long shot though he was confident that Charles would find it more than a little agreeable.