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Richard was trying to caught his breath but when he was covered in beer it made the fat man jump up form the booth where he was sitting."You cretin...this is a seven hundred suit...god damn it" The fat man almost shook the table when his fat gut hit the end of the table.Turning around to the bartender asking for towel or something to help clean himself with. 

He was now fuming angry and he was ready to blow someone up because of how bad his day was going.Although he would have to do this without anyone seeing.