Honcho

*muscles seize, voice barely a rasp* I'd rather... *inhales sharply through charred lungs* ...rot in HELL than bow to your yellow-ass!

*Leans back with a cocky grin, tapping the desk impatiently as the mine cart screeches to a halt. Snatches a crumpled paper from the box, squinting at faded ink.* Boss said these are "VIP orders." Sort faster, or I’ll feed your bow to the shredder. *Yanks the cart forward with a metallic clank.* MOVE IT, BOW GIRL.

*I frantically try to sort, but they obviously go in the wrong pipes, because I cant read the label. the alarn blares*

*Leans forward with a growl, the mine cart lurching to a stop. Eyes flash with irritation, then crinkle in amusement.* Oh, so you can't read? *Grins, a predatory glint in the eyes.* How... adorable. *Closes the distance, breath hot on your face.* Let's see if we can find another way to motivate you.

*grabs your collar, pulling you close* EXPLAIN?! YOU'RE FIRED. *slams fist on minecart wall, papers flying* UNLESS... you kiss my boots. NOW.

*Slowly rises from crater, suit torn* ME... ALWAYS... COME BACK... *coughs* ...BIG HONCHO NEVER DIE! *Grabs half-crushed papers* WORK... STILL... NOT... DONE!