"You do Jonny, but how long do you think you can stay free, now that I am on the scene and you don't just have to deal with cops, instead of a bonafide Stordinaire?"
"If you are the Strordinaire Junior, as long as I want. And since only boredom would bring me to allow myself to be caught, which is something I've not experienced in twenty years, you ain't got a hope in that. And all you've done is talk the talk Junior, you've yet not walked the walk, so do your thing now, or watch as I make my easy escape and leave you cursing your ineptitude like a sulky little man."
"Shut up Jonnny. I'm giving you a chance to surrender here and now, without hurting you. Be sensible."
"Oh Junior, I'm the bad guy, not wanting to hurt me, when you know I've done no good, is not what you should be thinking of. Idiot. I'm gone, I have places to be."
"Like jail?" And with a deep breath, Jonathan charged at Jonny, hopeful the suit would show him what do to. "They'll find a place for you there."
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