"Well Keith, it was fun."

"You bled, I bled, we beat the shit out of each other, hell we both crashed through a table at one point but in the end, you took the loss. As predicted. By me."

"Relax, I'm not here to gloat. You took the loss and that's quite enough, no need for me to pour salt in the wound after. Although, I've actually done that to a dying man once. He actually begged me to kill him quicker. Anyway, that's beside the point. The point is that was a real fight and I'm glad it was you, I got to put through that table. Couldn't have had a better first victory. Thanks for that Keith."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I spotted some 'entertainment' in the form of twins, stumbling off to the parking garage. Easy targets but since I never had the pleasure of doubling my pleasure, if you know what I mean, I think it's finally time to fix that."

"And no, Keith. I'm not going to rape them. I might chop off their heads with an ax but I'd never resort to rape. I mean, c'mon! I'm not an animal! There are simply some things you don't do. Like shitting where you eat or sleeping where you shit or whistling while you work. Okay, maybe the last one is fine but the other two are definitely not. I'm a little offended that you assumed I was capable of such things, Keith but it goes to show you, how different a similar mind can be."

With that, Dillinger saunters off, disappearing into the crowd as he whistles a happy tune.