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A large figure marched almost confidently down a dark, dirty alley in a large, somewhat concerning part of the city. No part of the person was visible under the wardrobe the person wore. But it was unmistakebly a man by his size, form, and wide shoulders.
He knocked on a small door, and a drunk across from it spoke in italien to him. The man turned, his face obscured by some unnatural darkness within his hoodie. He placed his hands in his old jean pockets, as his hoodie had no pockets sewn in, nor a zipper but was more a sweater.
"Could you repeat that?" he muttered, just audiable, like he always kept it.
The drunk spoke italien again, almost unaware the man in front of him seemed to speak english.
"I know the knock" The hooded figure snapped, then rapped his knuckles as well on the wall near the door.
The door opened up seemingly by itself, and the man stepped in.
I still can't believe I'm on the same level as that guy, according to 'the Boss'. he thought, tossed a beer towards the man.
"Next time you pretend to be the hammered, slur your words a bit. You sound like an idiot, not like a man with too many beers. If you can't do that, then drink a few of these and act like your haven't been drinking."

With that, He went inside and closed the door. A few moments later, another man came over over and knocked on the door. He said hello to the idiot on the wall, who somply said with a thick italien accent and drunk slur
" I dun't speakze eng*hic* ish."
Which, ironically, were the only words he was able to speak in english.