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[i]Donny coughed, making his presence known to Grafitti. He was several yards away, having apparently climbed up a fire escape ladder. The severed head no longer with him. A cigarette was poking out from between his lips, which were pursed into a small, dainty grin. After several seconds of silence and staring, his left arm reached up to remove his hat. Orange hair, sprayed back, resembled licks of subdued fire impressed down his scalp. 

He dropped the hat to his feet and extended his fist towards Graffiti. Slowly, his index finger craned out to point at her. The man's sullen, knowing eyes did not blink. An artistic mind could easily have envisioned a black robed figure with a scythe looming in the eerie mobster's shadow. Finally, he'd speak. The drawling dialect was reminiscent of a nasally Forest Gump.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Oh, ayuh. Yuh be busy missuh? Les' have a talk."[/color]