Must be coyotes. He probably felt some kind of primal kinship. I have to report this. The VP shook her head no, motioned for Healy to stop the cart, handed him a one hundred dollar bill and a five dollar cigar as she dialed the corporate raider's chalet on her cell phone. You were right.
Business is a jungle.
Healy took out his cigar cutter and sliced off the edge of his stogie. You've just committed attempted murder. He nipped his companion's cigar. I have a script that I know you want to buy. It's about an honest bell boy who's driven to murder by a drop dead gorgeous woman.