Petey: What the hell?
Tommy Gun: You sit tight and we’ll be back to finish up with you later, Petey. Too bad your going to miss Santana tonite.
Petey: Are you completely out of your mind?
Tommy Gun: Metsie put our friend’s “hat” on for him, Bayonne check his ropes. Make sure they are nice and snug.
And with that the lights went out again, and just when I was able to get my eyes open a little bit too, I didn’t even get a look at any of these shifty characters.
Metsie: What if he makes noise? Someone might hear him.
Tommy Gun: He’s right. Hey Alex, make our friend go nighty-nite.
A minute later I felt a sting on my arm and a burn, and everything went black.