#ask!sips

[askthemobscast]

"well mr. sips, as much as wanted, or needed" he sets a hand on an L shaped object in his pocket

[Sips:] He raises an eyebrow, had this been any other day he would’ve had his men take care of the other man by now, but today he was tired, his hands were aching (all that damn paperwork) and he just wanted to get back to the mansion and relax. He was not in a good mood today. At all.

When his men spotted where the mans hand was they took a step forward. Sips held his hand up, stopping the two in their tracks. “Not yet,” he instructed.

“How about 50 diamonds?”

[askthemobscast]

He glares at the stacks of paperwork on his desk in front of him, his hands aching and cramped from signing so many pages in one day. He sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again. Leaning forward again, he picks up a stack of papers closest to him and starts to read through it.

The Dirt Boss is now ready to answer your questions, try not to get on his bad side... Or else.