[There's silence for a while, Perry's muscles tensing slightly as the pause goes on. Then finally, he starts. What the hell, it's probably in his file anyway.]

Well, let's see, hoss, where'd you want me to start? [His voice is a slow drawl now, thick with sarcasm. Imitating his dad. He counts the people out theatrically on his fingers as he talks.] First up, Clarence. He's just shit-scared I'm going to go psycho and take it out on his little girlfriend, so he acts all tough. He's not my biggest fan, but you already knew that. Then there's Clarence's little butt-buddy Amos. Well, he pretty much pisses his pants if he's in the same room as me for more than a minute.

Who else? [He turns back to Arthur, expression remaining mild, blank.] Oh yeah, Dew's assclown goons. Baum and Milner. They hate that they're not allowed to damage the merchandise; they'd love to give it a try if they thought they could get away with it.

[The pause this time is slightly longer. His voice is harder and a tiny bit quieter; it has more anger in it now. He looks away from Arthur again before talking.]

Dew. He's the guy that shot me, and now he's my babysitter. Pretty sure it's not his idea of a great gig. Maybe you can relate.