You've come to my club, enjoyed my beverages, and enjoyed getting dances from the ladies. But you tried to leave without paying your tab. That's not going to fly here. What, did you think I wouldn't notice you racking up a huge bill and stiffing my girls? We checked your wallet and tried to run your cards. All declined. Even your car is worthless, and your "designer" watch is a knockoff. You are going to pay with your life. There are no free rides or free dances here. You could call a friend, but they're all probably broke losers like you. Trust me, no one will come searching for you. Why would they? You will end up missing just like all the other men who have tried to fuck me over. Now stop your bitching. You are going to end under the palms of my gloved hands.