"If you're feeling up to it, we can walk there. Might do you some good." He flipped the sawed-off over his shoulder and dropped it into its sling.
"No way, man. My head still feels like it's been through a meat grinder. Are you sure that doctor of yours knew what he was doing?"
"Of course. He's the best in Midtown. Try not to worry about it; you'll be lit up in no time. In three hours, you'll be peeking through pretty girls' dresses just like you've always wanted."
"I'm not fifteen." The drone of freight traffic at the end of the alley was beginning to gnaw through his skull.
"It's okay. Everyone does that when it first turns on. The best part is when they smile back thinking you're only being friendly." He fed a magazine into the hungry slot of the pistol and chambered a round.
"I imagine they'd act a bit differently if they knew they weren't wearing a shirt. Or pants."
"Well once we finish this job, you can do whatever you like with it. Just be sure you don't screw me over while I'm in there and you're lost in a sea of tits."