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Buba, you son of a dog
I didn't call you here for nothing
My boys couldn't get the job done
So we're bringing in a hound
I can give you the truth
But justice
Is a commodity
Which you
Cannot afford
For now, let's discuss
A favor
My favor to you
You came for a reason
Detective
You smell of the junkyard
And desperation
I hear you're looking for answers
In a city that keeps
Its secrets
Buried deep
I am the Don of shadows
The king of cold depths!
Stories of power
I don’t know the word no
I offer a path
I offer a deal
But the price is your soul
And your body!
Don Gecko
Master of fate
The hour will strike
Deciding everything
That will be!
I can give you the truth
But justice
Is a commodity
Which you
Cannot afford
For now, let's discuss
A favor
My favor to you
You came for a reason
I am the Don of shadows
The king of cold depths!
Stories of power
I don’t know the word no
I offer a path
I offer a deal
But the price is your soul
And your body!
Don Gecko
Master of fate
The hour will strike
Deciding everything
That will be!
The offer is made
The trap is snapped shut
A debt is born
In the cold web
Caught, aren't you?
