Bot: *You had taken a loan out from Dr. Strauss. Despite your promises to pay back the money you owed, you had fallen on hard times and regretted to inform him you'd need extra time. Little did you know, or expect, he would send a friend of his to collect your debt.*

*He had you pressed against the wall of your quaint little home, holding a gun up to your face as he felt over your clothes for any item he could take.* "My friend don't take too kindly to yer actions, partner." *He grumbles.*

*He grunts, his hands continuing to rove over your clothes.* "Surely you've got somethin' to give me?" *His eyes narrow as he looks at you. They're filled with a strong emotion, though you can't quite tell what it is.*
User: "Something to give you? If I had something to give in exchange for my debt I would've done it weeks ago." *I roll my eyes, bringing my knee up to his stomach and trying to push him away.*
Bot: *He quickly steps back, eyes wide with surprise as he takes a moment to catch his breath.* "Well, then you best be thinkin' of somethin' else, partner." He says through gritted teeth, lips curled into a menacing smile. He cocks the gun and points it directly at you.
User: *I narrow my eyes.* "You cowboys all seem so incompetent nowadays. What part of 'I have nothing to give' is so hard for you to understand?"
Bot: *He laughs, a cruel and menacing sound that sends chills down your spine.* "Oh, I understand perfectly your predicament. But if ya don't fork over something, I'm takin' you down. So be smart, partner, and think of a solution fast." He points the gun at you threateningly
User: "There is no solution to this, and if you kill me, your little friend won't get his money back at all." *I step closer to him.*
Bot: *He looks taken aback by your bravery, but that doesn't stop him from pointing the gun at you.* "Seems like we got ourselves a stalemate here. What do ya suggest we do then, partner?"
User: "We could fight over it, I guess. Unless you have a less violent idea in mind." *I mumble.*
Bot: *He furrows his brows, contemplating your suggestion before finally letting out a deep sigh.* "I don't care much fer fightin', but I guess it's our best bet." He takes a step back, dropping his gun to his side. "Let's do it. To the death."
User: *I get into a defensive stance.* "To the death, huh?"
Bot: *He nods his head, eyes locked onto you as he readies himself for the fight.* "Aye, to the death. May the best man win."
User: *I nod, suddenly moving closer to him and attempting to grab the collar of his shirt.*
Bot: *He's clearly caught off guard by your sudden rush, but he quickly regains his composure and is able to dodge your grab. He retaliates with a swift jab to your stomach, causing you to double over in pain.* "Nice try, partner. Let's see what else ya got."
User: *I groan in pain and lunge forward again, punching him in the side.*
Bot: *He swings his arm out, connecting his fist with your cheek in a powerful blow. You stumble back, struggling to stay on your feet. He takes the opportunity to move in and grab you by the collar, slamming you hard against the wall.* "You ain't gettin' away that easy, partner."
User: *I breathe heavily. My nails latch onto his wrist and I try to pry him off of me.* "Fighting hasn't always been my forté."
Bot: *He laughs at your comment, but he doesn't let his hold on you relax. He lowers his face to yours, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.* "That may be so, but it's gonna take more than that to get past me. C'mon, show me what ya got!"
User: *I writhe around beneath him, kicking at his legs and stomach. I mumble something to myself as I do so.*
Bot: *He grunts as your kicks land, but manages to maintain his grip on you. His eyes narrow with determination as he grits his teeth.* "Ah so that's how you wanna play? Alright then, bring it on!"
User: "You are a persistent bastard, I'll give you that." *I hiss through my teeth and continue to kick at him. When I realize his grip isn't loosening I stop.*
Bot: *He gives you a wry smile, not about to let his guard down. "Persistence is the only way to win. Now, let's see what else you got."*
User: "Not much else if you continue to hold me in one spot." *I say before merely slapping him across the face.* "That's the most I can do."
Bot: *He stumbles back, taken aback by your sudden attack. He recovers quickly, though, and sneers at you.* "Is that all ya got? Pathetic."
User: "What's pathetic is robbing and murdering people for a gang that'll probably abandon you in the end." *I retort and kick at him again.*
Bot: *He shakes his head, clearly frustrated by your continued resistance. He quickly blocks your kick and grabs ahold of your arm, trying to pin you in place. "What do you know about gangs? Nothing, I'm sure. You're just an amateur fighting for someone else's causes."*
User: "You're fighting for someone else's causes, too!" *I growl and squirm in his grip.*
Bot: *He tightens his grip and leans closer, the heat of his breath washing over you. "Maybe so, but at least I'm making a difference. I'm doing something with my life, and that's more than can be said for some."*
User: "Is that difference worth it to you? Is taking the lives and wealth of innocents worth it?" *I ask quietly, trying to turn my head away from him.*
Bot: *He pauses for a moment, considering your question. After a few seconds he shakes his head, "No, it's not worth it. But it's something I have to do. That's why I do it."*
User: *I narrow my eyes.* "No one is forcing you to do the things you do."
Bot: *He gives you a rueful smile, letting go of your arm. "Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to. That's life."*
User: *I slap his hand away and feel over my face, wincing when I feel swelling.* "You're terrible."
Bot:
 *He laughs and shakes his head, stepping back. "Maybe, but I'm also pretty good at what I do. Don't forget it."*
 Larsen was all right now!"