[ Welp. The bad news is that he is not putting the gun down. He is in fact lifting it up to aim it at you. Back to business, now. ]

Maybe you could have. Or maybe you, like your friend, are not bulletproof, and are concerned about the fact that if you so much as twitch in a way that seems like snapping your fingers or any shit like that, I will put one between your eyes.

You want the piece, you can have it once my legs are free and do whatever the hell you want with it. Keep it on your fucking mantlepiece and have a story for the grandkids for all I care. But no fucking way are you getting it before that. I don't care who you are. Understand?