Iosef looked at the vendor through the side. While Donoviel was tried to collect the dues, the spiney man known as 'Dill' revealed a pop gun.
"D d d don't needd ppprotececttion." the man mumbled, pointing the ancient revolver at Donoviel. The large man grunted and took a step back, but didn't loosen his grip on his crowbar.
Iosef sighed and walked up. He slapped the gun out of the quivvering hands, the man gave a shriek, but didn't cry out any more. Smoothly, he pulled out a polished and scared sawed off trench gun and pointed it at the man's face. The cataract encrusted eyes cross themselves trying to focus on the hole at the end of the barrel.
"Yov needz plentez of protecktshun, old man. Vut do E'ere about da payment?"
"Yyyes grand Joe, anything for protectionnn." The old man wimpered and handed over 20 dollars.
"And the primeum vor makin me come vor you perzonally?" Iosef scowled, while laughing inside. The man gulped again, handed another ten dollars and kicked his pistol over. "Good. All in a dayz buzinesz, da?"
"Yyyes... da da da... thank you for patronizzizing mmmy cart ttoday"
"Remembver it vor next time" said Iosef, he stabbed one of the hot dogs and walked away.
