I wonder if drug dealers also do this.

(Henry’s phone rings with a machine gun ringtone. He answers it on speakerphone without a second thought.)

• Yo, Peter! What’s up, man?
• Henry, we need to talk about the new shipment of snow.
• Yeah, what about it?
• Tom’s got a fresh batch. Just crossed the border this morning. But we need to be careful, last time it was cut with too much crap.
• Yeah, Tom is such a greedy bastard. What do you say we skip the payment part, and just paint the walls with his brains?
• I thought you would never ask. I’ll bring the shotgun. See you at the train station at 6.
• Cool see ya there. Bye.
• Bye.

(Henry looks at the bewildered people around him.)

• What are you all looking at?