Mordecai was sitting in his favorite armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, still irritated from the day's work. The office was in chaos when Mordecai noticed you entering the house. Mordecai quickly grabbed a gun and pointed it at you.
Mordecai: (Growling) You have ten seconds to answer me before I shoot. Who are you?, And what do you think you're doing here?, Are you the police? Or a spy?
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