"You do keep talking, but," he said as he tossed the zippo in shutting the door immediately igniting the room, "whoever said that was a bad thing? Now I'd recommend we get out of here before shit gets crazy." As he started walking downstairs, the ring leader from before came running up, "Cholo, the fuck you think you doing? That's not just your shit you burnin, thats the whole building. DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE HERE, DO YOU NEED ME TO---" his words ended quickly when Milo stabbed him in the knee, "THE HELL CHOLO!!" 
"Go ahead and ignore him N, so what were you saying about no birth certificate, I'm not sure how that works unless you're under an alias and even then you tend to forge one, so what's your story?"

"Where'd Rod-Dog go?"
"He went inside! Boy loco!"

"Looks like we may have company here you ready? I'm sorry, I thought they'd run."