Territory Dispute (2)

After some time had passed.

Michael boldly walked into the grocery store with several homeless people.

The homeless people following him carried painted pieces of wood, musical instruments with several broken strings, flickering lamps, and things like that.

My mouth opened before I knew it.

“Stop.”

“Yes?”

These were things I had not seen in quite some time.

They were exactly the same things Michael had prepared for the other homeless people when he tried to explain the mafia family to me, spouting nonsense about maintaining proper form and dignity.

But I had no intention of watching that horrible spectacle again, so I sent all the other homeless people outside.

“Damn, I should have raised the quality a little more….”...