My wildest fantasy

Just for the record, other than occasional explicit language, this is a family friendly blog after all. Nothing about riding a leather clad Alyssa Milano with a whip in one hand and a burning candle in the other. Nothing about deep throat and leopard prints either. Lately, I have this wild fantasy about being a mafiaso. Ok, this isn't exactly something of late. Anyway, I have this weird fantasy that keeps playing out in my head lately. It's a tele-conversation that involves me and some pseudo-beng.

Pseudo-beng: Hey Derek, I am warning you, you better back-off.
DC: Is that a threat? Sounds to me like you are threatening me? You want to come right out and say it to my face? Name the time and the place, come on say it to my face.
PB: Er...... (suddenly taken aback)
DC: Come on, you have a threat to make? You want to make good your threat? Come on, go ahead and make some calls, call some friends along. I will be waiting. Call a whole army for all I care, I will be going alone though.
PB: Why? Don't have any friends? Loser?
DC: My friends will stop me from going overboard. It's better to go alone, so come on, where and when you wanna carry out your threat. I am begging you, hurt me, please.
PB: (Click)

Ah, immensely satisfying thought. Si bei man, now I can go back to cowering and whimpering when my boss speaks.