This is some art of my main character on City of Villains. He's a mafia torpedo. And he don't take no crap from no one.
Also, he's a hitman that got blasted into the present from a time-traveling catastrophe in the 1920's. So, he has every right to use as much 20's slang as HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
"Mind yer own potatoes, Mac. I ain't no dewdropper, and yer futzing with my beeswax an' gettin' me up in a lather. Now dry up and ankle, before I bust ya lip, ya bent sap."
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