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WHO: Caiman and a whole bunch of Vescovo.
WHAT: Trying to milk a little money from the cash cow.
WHERE: The Hungry Bug.
WHEN: Day 150

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This. Place. Was. Perfect.

Squalo couldn't think of a better environment to thrive in than one such as the Hungry Bug. Clash had so many fluids to leap out of it was ridiculous. It was, no doubt, just what he needed to finally get out of his rut. Tizziano helped, sure...but this was his calling.

And he wore a frightening smile on his face as he made his way through the yet unlocked door.

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"We're closed. Come back tomorrow." Caiman remarked lazily, hearing the bells on the door ring as another stepped through. Taking off his apron and hanging it up, having finished up the cleaning, putting all the raw food and dishes away, money in the bank, and ready to leave and go see Hokuto tonight.

Stepped out from the kitchen, and into the lobby.

6'7, wide shoulders, and, of course.

Dinosaur Head.

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And in came Tizziano from behind Squalo. He stood a bit taller than the other boy and carried himself more confidently...and a lot more sanely. He wasn't really put off by Caiman's appearance, not after some of the crap he'd seen in this city.

"We're not here to eat."

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Squalo WANTED to say 'Unless you want to end up on the menu', but he needed to remain calm. This was a simple extortion job after all...and for being such an man of intimidation as the one called Caiman was, Squalo was confident they could get at least something out of him. He calmed himself slightly...

"There's been a lot of bad property damage going on lately...it's becoming harder to get insurance in this part of town."

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Caiman put his hands on his hips and looked down at them, giving an impatient huff. Punkasses. Looked like they wanted to start something.

One of Caiman's eyes remained firmly looking at them, while the other went out of synch, rolling back towards the kitchen, keeping an eye on things. Little trick of his.

"Then if you're not here to eat, you're not here for anything. Come back tomorrow."

Then he listened to the other punkass. The cocky little bastard.

"Oh, let me guess." Threw his hands to the air, did a sarcastic imitation of a mafia boss.

"This is a beautiful place. I'd hate to see anything happen to it." He said, blunt as hell. "That what we're talking here? You trying to sell me a protection racket."

Snorted. Not impressed.

"Which one are you two, anyway? Vescovo or Monacello?"

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Tizziano sneered. He didn't bother to address the question.

"Doesn't matter. But yeah, it'd be a shame if anything happened to this place. Now...we don't want to cause any trouble," he said, lying through his teeth, "just need a small cut. You should know the drill by now."

He pulled out a flask and uncapped it. This would seem like a harmless gesture to most people, but with a partner like Squalo...

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"No, I think it does matter. Cuz if you're Monacello, then you're not about to get in serious shit from your higher ups. If you're Vescovo, then you've gone and done something retarded that will probably end with your ass fired."

"Hokuto Sumeragi. Name mean anything to you? Mmm?" Caiman spoke, condescending. You didn't send higher ups to do an extortion job. That was left to the punkass thugs.

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"You probably think you're real tough...all that size. All that pride. Your dick in Sigora Sumeragi. But you know what, you lizard-faced fuck? There are some things even guys like you can't win against and it's time to face that. We ain't askin' for much. Hell, you probably won't even fucking notice it as much as you rake in. But we need a cut if you intend to stay open. Business is business, after all," Squalo ran his mouth off, his confidence growing when the flask was uncapped...

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Tizziano didn't say anything, just kept up that arrogant sneer. He flicked his wrist and spilled the liquid in the flask. He glanced over at Squalo, who was running his mouth enough for the both of them. He emptied out the rest of the liquid, ensuring a good spread for Clash to hide in.

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"Fine. Fine. You know what? Fine."

A hand on the more cocky punkass' shoulder. Gripping in a bit. If nothing else, Caiman had a lot of raw strength in his body.

"You're right. For how much a couple of little shits are asking? Little blackmailing thugs? I probably wouldn't notice."

"But here's the problem. It's not the money that's the big deal for me. It's picking a side."

"Tell you right now. I don't work for Monacello. I don't work for Vescovo. And I don't work for the cops either."

"I work for-"

And in a rush of movement, Caiman cut off his own little monologue. He had opened his mouth wide, using his hand to try and keep the thug still, as his mouth unhinged, barreling towards him - the target.

When unhinged, Caiman could fit quite a bit into his mouth.

Like a person's entire head and neck. And then some.

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But it wasn't a head Caiman would get in his mouth...and Squalo had no fear at all. Out of the spilled liquid leaped what was visible to Squalo and Tizziano as a mutated looking shark. THAT...was Clash. And its teeth were fast and strong as they clamped onto Caiman's snout. Squalo delivered a hard kick to the beast man's side as well, making a dash around him in order to plan his next attack.

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Mostly to throw Caiman off, Tizziano called forth his own Stand. The small squid-like being was planted in Caiman's mouth. Now he had no interest in using the ability to make him lie, oh no...It was merely in it for the ability to contort the target's tongue. He backed off a bit to allow Squalo to fight.

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Ow.

The teeth hurt. The claws hurt, sure.

The punk ass' kick? Not so much. Wall of muscle on his side. More irritating.

But this only solidified his determination to slaughter them both.

Caiman's right eye was still out of synch with his left. His right eye trailed the one who decided to run behind him. The left paid attention to the fucking SHARK and the bitch in front.

Okay.

Murder them both. Can do.

His right eye keeping steady focus, Caiman didn't bother with the shark yet. Let him bite all he wants at the snout, first things first. You need to prioritize in a fight.

Caiman pulled out a razor sharp kitchen knife, hanging in a sheath at his side, and, whil moving towards capital bitch in front of him, threw it backwards towards the punk shit.

Ow. Fucking shark. Ow. Bleeding. Focus.

So while one hand did the throwing, and his legs did the running, his other arm lunged out, looking to get tight around the bitch's throat.

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If Squalo was anything, he was acrobatic. He managed to dodge the knife rather nicely, flipping himself forward and leaping up to grab onto one of the ceiling lamps, intending to bring it crashing down on on Caiman's head. All the while, Clash had teleported through a splash of Caiman's blood...to appear just below him. Perfect place to leap up and latch on to his throat. Nothing fatal yet...they weren't to kill him, after all. All they were really hear for was to get the message across.

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Using Talking Heads's interesting ability...Caiman's own tongue extended to stop the arm that came after Tizziano. He backed up a bit more.

"Putting up a hell of a fight over a little bit of protection money, aren't you?"

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TALKING. He was wasting time TALKING. Perfect.

He had done something to his tongue, stopping his arm. They had a shark. This didn't worry Caiman.

Because though maybe they had fun weapons, these two were weak shits.

Caiman's eye, trained on Squalo, let him get see the chandelier coming, and just keep running, dodge it.

The shark grabbed onto his throat. Gripping in hard. Ignore it. They need money, they can't have you killed. Caiman, however, had no such limits. And probably a higher pain tolerance than these pretty boy pansies.

So while Bitch was flapping his mouth, Caiman's other arm shot out in show of sheer power. All that muscle, coming out as a concentrated fist, going right for the Adam's Apple.

Bleeding, being grabbed on the throat with claws. Ignore it.

Kill them, their toys will go away.