Asimov: Tomato Juice.
Bartender: I'm sorry but I'm fresh out of tomato juice.
Asimov: I'm sure there's some cans in the back. *flashes bar tender with bloody eye*
Bartender: I'll check.
*they both go to the back*
Asimov: You're a buyer, you know the score right?
Bartender: Is that...
real bloody eye?
*Syndicate approaches*
Bartender: First, let's have a test. (I'm not sure about this line)
*Asimov sprays in his eyes*
*everything gets red*
*a silhouette approaches the door*
Asimov: Yeah...KEEP THOSE EYES OPEN!
*cat meows*
*bartender shot in the face*
Yeah, I know every line
