*Micheal to Liam*
Your plans are always...very attractive ones.
But, I belive, I must reject your offer.
*Liam cant belive that Micheal actualy refused to kill some Brets*
*Liam with suprised voice*
Are you allright?
*Micheal*
Yes, but, I belive that we might steal that shipment of gold, that I was talking about.
I am fighting all my life now. And I am bloody tired, mate. I just...want peace, home, and kids, mate.
*Micheal calls barman*
New round of beers for this table, will you.