Double Post, here is an example.
I put the still-smoldering cigar down on the reddish mahogany desk. Rocknrollwill, the most skilled driver in the entire gang, stood before me. He had a slick black tuxedo on, with a red bowtie and brown tie. He wore a black bowler cap, with a brownish stripe going across the rim of the hat. The smoke from the cigar floated up into the room, and into his nostrils. He sputtered and coughed, and used his hat to fan the air. I smiled, then said, "Our boys need some more friends. Drive them to the South Eastern dock. Evacuate everyone there, and we will set up shop there, maybe purchase some more weaponry, recruit some members to our mafia." Rocknroll will stood there, staring at me. I blew smoke in his face. "Well, get on it, boy!" I said sternly. He quickly fled the room to the street below.
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