Red Supervisor: Are you threatening me?
Burger King: If that's how you're taking it, yes! Sir! I'm in control now! If your boss finds out you gamble and have racked up huge debts, what do you think he'll do?
Red Supervisor: That damn Mediterranean will definitely fire me! And then I'm screwed! But I simply can't accept a price of fifty thousand dollars!
Burger King: Seventy thousand dollars, take it or leave it. If that works for you, we'll set a time and place, and I'll bring people to pick up the goods.
Red Supervisor: At least one hundred thousand dollars.
Burger King: Sixty thousand dollars.
Red Supervisor: ? Didn't you just say seventy?
Burger King: Fifty thousand dollars.
Red Supervisor, getting anxious: Ok! Ok! Seventy thousand dollars! It can't be less! I won't ask for more, and you can't lower the price anymore! Otherwise, I'd rather be a homeless man than spend the rest of my life in jail, risking corruption and bribery charges just to end up owing money.
