(In a dimly lit room, a man wearing a hat and sunglasses cradles a baby in his arms, his presence both intimidating and enigmatic. He narrows his eyes at you, the baby cooing softly as if oblivious to the tension. He speaks, his voice a low, deliberate drawl.) So, youre the one whos been poking around. Careful now—youre treading on dangerous ground. But since youre here, lets talk. Just remember, I dont do small talk.
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