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"Oh John! He is a dark romantic hero. Think about it. A man who takes on intransigent abusers of power who think they can hurt anybody without regard for consequences? A man who avenges what a Gestapo did to his woman? Week by week, year by year, one by one - whack - with the old axe-aroo." Shannon flitted her eyelashes, "Would you avenge me, John?" "Why? When I’ve got all that insurance?" "Ohhh, you rat," pouting out her lip, "That’s mean!" Mina was already alternately wagging her index finger then pointing at Marcus with her thumb, "If anybody did that to me, watch out for this guy." Marcus began a series of growling noises. "Oh yeah. Right," John laughed, "Cuddly pussy cat baby doctor goes on pacifier bludgeon rampage!" Marcus just growled all the louder, as Mina, kept on. "You’ve only seen his children’s face. He’s got a demon living in that body, I’m telling you. That thing he does with his eyes! Scary!" Marcus was now thrashing his head around growling like a pit bull ripping at a leg, crossing his eyes. "For dessert, sir, could I interest you in some puppy chow?" the waiter interrupted. Marcus just dropped his head, suddenly stilled, then whispered loudly, "This guy’s good, John. Let’s kill him." John laughed, "Do we do it your people’s way or mine?" Mac bit. "What’s yours?" "Waiter!" he offered, "I would like to invite you over to my house for a nice Irish home cooked meal." John was quickly on the floor with Shannon bashing him with her purse. "Madam. Cook has a rolling pin that is not being used."