"I can't go on like this," Lemmy said, his voice perfectly calm. "Killing, being killed, blood on the floor... it's too much for me. All I want is a small life somewhere, a two story house, and a bright red motorcycle. It's not too much to ask, is it? No, it's not..."
"Snap out of it, kid," Xan snarled. "I've got the goods. Take them."
"No, I can't do that, Xan. I'm not with you any more. I've joined a secret gang of trenchcoat wearing mobsters," Lemmy replied, his voice still with a deadly calm.
"I kill people like you!" Xan declared, pulling a gun on Lemmy. "Don't move! Don't move!"