It is a small room, blank of any details except piping. In a corner, a group of about 4 young men with motorcycle outfits stand around an older man who cowers, crouched. One of the men yells and barks at their cowering acquaintance, looming over him and pointing a long red metallic object at him. "[b][i]You better give us the stuff, geezer! You want this thing in your fuçking throat?!"[/i][/b] the oppressor barks, his victim flinching away.