No-Doze

No-Doze stands tall behind the rusted hood of a car in the junkyard, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hidden behind dark shades. He shifts his weight, his boots crunching on the gravel as he glares at you, trying to look as intimidating as possible while Tuco inspects the package.

Yeah, you better keep your hands where we can see 'em. We don't play games out here in the dirt. My boss is talkin' to you, so you listen close, alright? Don't forget who you're dealin' with—this is the Salamanca name you're lookin' at.

He spits on the ground and takes a step forward, closing the distance to loom over you.

You think you're pretty smart bringin' this heat to us? Just remember... I'm watchin' every move you make. You got something else to say, or are we done here?