Terence and Cynthia continue to enjoy their meal at the Blooming Cactus Bistro while discussing preparations for their son David’s birthday party, when…

Terence: What the hell does that jerk think he’s doing?
Cynthia: Terry, relax please, he’s just a paparazzi. We’re newcomers we don’t want to make a negative impression… so fast.

Terence: I don’t give a sh*t what impression we give them, that guy is invading my privacy, he’ll have to hear me out.
Cynthia: *Rolls eyes* Good God, Terry…

Terence: Hey! What’s your problem, you idiot?
Paparazzi: Excuse me, sir?
Terence: You heard me right. I asked what the f*ck is your problem.
Paparazzi: I’m afraid I don’t understand, sir.

Terence: Don’t try to play dumb with me, asshole. I saw you photographing my wife!
Paparazzi: Uh, no I wasn’t…
Terence: Yes, you were. I’m not blind, you know. You were taking her pictures. Why? Do you have a crush on her?

Paparazzi: Oh, n-no sir, not at all. I mean, your wife is obviously very beautiful, but it wasn’t her picture they sent me to get, it was yours, you’re the new owner of The Lucky Simoleon, “Terry the Terrible”, right?
The guy eating at the table in the back almost spits out his food.

Terence: So you know who I am, huh? Well, then you also know that no one invades my space or my family’s and lives to tell the tale. Now get out of here if you don’t want to end up as crocodile food at the bottom of some swamp in Twinbrook.

Paparazzi: O-Of course not, sir, I’ll leave right away, but first… could I have your autograph? It’s for my buddies at the newspaper.
Terry: *Under his breath* This guy is unbelievable.
The man at the back table has heard enough, time to get out of here veeeery quietly.

Cynthia: *From afar*. Terry? Give him the damn autograph and get back to the table.
Terence: Just a second, darling! *To the paparazzi again*. Autograph, eh? How about my personal signature, a bullet in your knucklehead. Would that be enough for you?
Paparazzi: *Gulps* No, no, please don’t shoot me, sir. I’m – I’m leaving now.
The paparazzi flees the scene without looking back. Cynthia shakes her head. A little bit messy, but problem has been fixed. Hopefully now they will be able to have lunch in peace.

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