"And what's to stop me from just walkin' outta here with the broad and my money, slaver boy?"

"Oh nothing, except that dot on your chest..."

"Dot on my-Whoa!"

"Now, I'd put that gun away nice and slowly. She's got an itchy trigger finger. That's good. Now, we can each walk out of here with something we want so long as you stick with our original agreement. Or I'll be digging another shallow grave. What will it be?

*** 

"He-hey now fel-fellas. No need for that. We're all friends here, right? Oh the g-girl. Sure, here's the leash. Enjoy her! Er...what about the money? No? ok, that's cool I guess..."