"Tell me about your methods. What makes them so 'different'? See... " the junker arrived at the table, obviously having problems, carrying the two beer cans and a plate with chicken wings. "Just put it down without spilling it and run for your life you useless sone of a.." the Junkers face became as white as the dish he was holding in his hands, turning around real fast and stumbling over a chair while making his way back behind the counter. "Now where was I?" she opened a can and shared the other one with her guest.
"Ah yes.. the methods. What's making them so different to the ones WE use? We have those who talk before they open fire and we have those who open fire before they talk. Aswell as we have those who never talk and just open fire. As you can see we're all evry different." She picked up the can and put it on her mouth.
"We can give you what you want. Though first, i'd like to know what we get in return." Within seconds, another can was emptied.