Establish authority in their eyes.

He repeats: "The law handled it, alright?"

"Yeah, aren't you listening? It's done. Finito!"

"You're not the law. I am the law!"

"For god's sake, stop SHOUTING!" The man behind the counter shouts. "Stop crashing into people in my establishment! Stop provoking those oafs!"

Sounds like someone's dam broke.

"They're not going to give you anything, can't you see?! I can't have a police interrogation in here. People are trying to eat..."

"This doesn't concern you, cafeteria manager!"

"Of course it concerns me if you make this kind of..."

"Easy, babes. What is this?" Titus spreads his arms, smiling gently. "I can't have a slap-fight in my bar. It's embarrassing."

"We are deep, deep in farce territory," the lieutenant whispers to you, taking a step closer to the door. "We need to cool off and re-engage, later."

Everyone can see you picked some wrong options. Next time you have to come up with better things to say.

"I'm gonna tear your stupid hairy head off, Garte!"

"Wait, what?!"

"Shut up, barman!"

"What is your...?"

"For god's sake, stop SHOUTING!" The man behind the counter shouts. "Stop breaking things in my establishment! Stop provoking those oafs!"

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not the law after all." (To yourself.) "Maybe everyone's been lying to me..."

"What, now you're in some kind of personal crisis -- right in front of us?" He seems taken aback by this sudden display of weakness. "Take this esoteric shit out of my bar!"

"I assure you, there is no crisis," the lieutenant tries to salvage the situation. "We had questions, that's all."

There is little left to salvage... Did I not tell you to pick the right option?

"I guess we're both the law around here, if you start to think about it."

"No, asshole -- you're nobody. I'm the law!"

"Stop yelling about the god damn law in my establishment!" the cafeteria manager interrupts with his voice raised to a squeak. "We get it, you're all the law!"

"Let's just all cool off," the lieutenant says, trying to salvage the situation. "We had some questions, that's all."

"Sheesh..." Titus wipes his brow. "Okay, we get it, no need to piss in my drink!" He lowers his voice. "I preferred Sylvie. What the fuck even happened to her?"

"Kim, I'm only getting total garbage here." (Whisper) "Please help."

The lieutenant nods and turns to address the room: "You know what? You guys must be the cops. Because this is what cops do, right?"

He's had enough. He's really gonna push their buttons now.

"Live in a bar. Sit on their fat asses like they own the place, while the neighbourhood goes to shit, corpses hang from trees, kids shoot up..."

"Hey, we don't have to fucking take this shit..."

"Glen..."

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!" Titus's loud baritone echoes back from the mess hall walls and the entire cafeteria falls silent.

"Fuck you man!" his eyes are fixed on Kim. "You didn't see the place before we got here. Fucking... graffito everywhere..."

"If Kim was here, he would know what to say."

"So you wanna go get him or you wanna pester Old Titus here with more of your questions?"

"I'm the only thing keeping this town from going to hell and you're not helping." (Point your finger.)

"And what exactly is it you've been doing that's so god damn special -- shitting yourself in front of us?" He leans in. "Going around harassing kids on the street? Kids who've done nothing wrong?"

"All the while talking racist shit -- don't think we aren't watching, fascha. People here trust us. We're getting complaints."

Fascha -- that's short for fascist.

"I haven't said anything racist!"

"Of course you have! You've been calling people kipt left and right, inciting race violence in my town."

"Carly said they've been trying to set up a race rally, whatever the fuck that means. Trying to get the kipts out of Revachol, before the economy goes to shit..."

"I'm not racist! All I care about is Revachol and it's people and if some foreigner thinks..."

"Shit, boss, he actually is racist!"

"Of course he's racist. Look at how fat he is."

The lieutenant turns to you. "Unless you had questions, we should get some air."

You got shredded to pieces there! Should've gone with the gun, what were you thinking?!

"Get the fuck out of here, you race war asshole. We're not gonna march in your rally, stop trying to recruit us."

"I'm not a racist. Just look at my partner!"

"He's not racist and there is no rally." He turns to you. "There is no Carly either, it's a joke. Let's move on -- or get some air."

What happened? You got your ass handed to you. You should have made the gun work! How are you going to get out of this now?

What happened? You got your ass handed to you. Always go with the gun! How are you going to get out of this now?

"That's a lie! There is no 'race rally'!"

"Sure there is. Carly said they're bulk-purchasing confetti. Ribbons, too, and loudspeakers..." He shakes his head. "And fireworks! Carly works at a carnival shop, you see."

"Get the fuck out of here, you racist carnie." Titus points at the door. "There'll be no race rally in my town."

"What happened?" the lieutenant half-whispers, "We got absolutely wiped. Let's go before it gets worse."

What's going on, are you a racist now? Is the rally real? Please don't set up any rally, it'll make you look awful!

There is no rally, c'mon. Just ask questions, you need to put this race rally garbage in the rear-view mirror.

"That's fucking right, no need to hide anymore -- I'm a proud Revacholian!"

"I haven't harassed any kids!"