clearly you don't understand the gravity of your situation. you come into my restaurant. you insult my cooking. you insult my mama. you make a mockery of my craft. you have made yourself an enemy of this restaurant. listen here pal, i am not a man to be trifled with. keep it up and my boys will send you a lovely little gift, a nice pair of concrete shoes and a one-way ticket on the river ferry. i'll chew you up and spit you out. do you hear me you little twerp? i have guys everywhere. go to the police and i'll know. we'll find you. all you gotta do is walk away. keep your little mouth shut. don't stir the pot, and we won't stir your insides around like a fresh batch of homemade lemonade. me and my boys will keep close tabs on you, but if you don't make any trouble, you'll have nothing to worry about. this is your final warning. do yourself a favor, bucko. you better leave here and never come back. i'll see you in hell, you smarmy bastard. now get out of my sight before i break your knees.
