MK: Hatefully regard sculpture on "Spades Slick's" desk.
The Kingpin eyes the sculpture on your desk, scornfully. He notes that you're still keeping that useless thing.
You helpfully inform him that what you put on your desk is none of his damn business.
He tells you that he still thinks it looks stupid. It's a gog damned tiny black weasel that appears to be fondling a melon.
Kill the Unbeliever!
You bring your fist down on the desk and point the other hand angrily at the statue. Shut up, weasel! You know we can't do that!
MK stares at you. He asks if you're feeling okay.
You grumble that you're just fine and sit back down.
I am not a Weasel! But Weasels are pretty BITCHIN'.
You ignore the voice for now, and notify MK that he still hasn't answered the question.
>MK: Know about it, but it isn't you. You may be a sneaky ratfink SOB, but you're a LEGITIMATE sneaky ratfink SOB.
MK appears to contemplate this for a moment. A long, uncomfortable moment. He then tells you he wouldn't know anything about that.
I can see his thoughts. He's lyyyyyiiiiing...
You point out that MK is technically in charge of the TREASURY nowadays (a decision you continue to question the wisdom of).
He dismisses this, pointing out that he's probably just an incompetent treasurer and you suck for hiring him.
You pressure him to tell the truth. After all, we wouldn't any unfortunate...accidents.
> MK: Employ DeplomacyTech "even if I did do it, what you gonna do about it?".
MK relaxes in his seat, and points out that even if he knew about it, or even had committed the offense himself, what exactly could you do to him? He reminds you of his abnormally huge amount of health and ridiculous defenses.
You stand up and demand that he stop fucking around. This is serious. The last thing you need right now is any more infighting than usual. The coppers could come down on you at any minute!
MK responds that it's not his problem. And your threats are pointless. You don't want to fight him right now. He's packing a brassier.
You have to admit, that does give you pause. Although you're not sure why it would deter you from attacking.
-> Jack Noir: Ugh, this Kingpin is such a thorn in your side. He is practically TEARING YOUR BUSINESS APAR-
You get angry. You shout. You are tired of his horeshit! You're trying to run an organization here that won't collapse under it's own damn weight! Gog damn it, MK, you are practically TEARING YOUR BUSINESS APA-
>Droog: Interrupt the meeting before it's too late.
Droog calmly enters your office. You look up at him and calm down a little.
Oh, hi Droog.
Droog rolls his eyes and tells you both to calm the hell down. Droog is cranky from travelling and everything is already behind schedule. You can all sort out financial issues later. There's a couple of things that require Jack's attention. For one thing, there is the matter of the native prisoners in the basement. For the other, there is a deputy asking after you downstairs.
You inquire as to what deputy this is.
A chair slams against the window behind you and harmlessly bounces off.
That one, says Droog.