My parents never gave me a name. They trapped me in hell instead. *Swords clinking* Left for dead. If they wanted to kill me… They shoulda done it themselves. Little did they know… I was born one tough son of a bitch. Stealing to eat. Fighting to live. I was throwing punches before I learned how to walk. And I threw a hell of a lot of ’em growin’ up. The Streets of Bilgewater raised me right. *Coins clink as they’re dropped* *Coins clink* All I have left is my blade. I’m all in. Turn’ em over. *Reveals their cards* *Slams the table* You’re gonna drop that blade and walk away. I’d do what he says if I were you. *Slams again* It’s all in the cards. Well… This is a first. Oh, it certainly is. You know no one’s ever made it pass the shuffle trying to sharp me. Well, how you reckon we gonna handle this? Cause the way I see it… You got two options. I’m gonna knock your teeth through the back of your head, and take this pile of loot. Or… We can split it up and.. Call this what it is. Sounds to me like the start of a very lucrative friendship. From that moment… We ran the underground. Until he had a change of heart. Heh! Dead man walkin’. Heheheheheheh… Let’s settle the score.