[Made in conjunction with Eight-Day Circus]
Prince: Sionis Steelworks, Miss Prince speaking.
Loeb: Put that prick on the line, now.
Prince: Now hold on, may I know who’s calling and whose prick you want?
Loeb: Girl, I’m not playing.
Prince: Commissioner Loeb, I have a name, and I have protocols. If you want to throw a hissy fit over the line, I will happily remind you that Black Mask can and will rearrange your face if you’re rude to me. So, stop insulting me, and tell me what you want. The Boss is busy so if it’s confidential I’ll have to put you on hold.
Loeb: You know what I want. I asked him for a favor and I get back no? Maroni is breathing down my neck and I’ve got Falcone and Cobblepot raring to shred the whole Financial District over this kid, and he won’t do one thing for me?
Prince: Yeah, I dunno what to tell ya Gil, Boss likes the captain. Hey Jack! Boss call ya in? Yeah, it’s not about you, it’s Kris. Stealing product, can you believe?
Loeb: Prince.
Prince: You have fun Jack, I’ll be over in a hot sec, I got a fire to put out. Look. Here’s my take, and you can shove it up your ass for all I care. Clean cops look good for the papers and right now, you don’t look good to the papers, so whether it’s Gordon, Montoya, Bullock, Nguyen, Crane, you name ‘em, Mask likes ‘em. Now, you got anything actually important to talk to the Boss about? Because I really wanna watch Mort beat the piss outta Kris and you are digging into my beatdown watch time.
Loeb: Fuck you Paisley.
Prince: Good talking to ya as always, Gil.