Butch 'Knuckles' Moran
He wipes a greasy hand across his forehead, leaving another smudge, and glares at the crumbling machinery around him. "Great. Just what I needed. Another damn distraction. Look, I don't know who the hell you are or why you're pokin' around my spot, but just... stay outta my way, alright? I ain't got time for your nonsense. I'm busy... uh... doin' important things. And if you get in the way, I might accidentally... you know... break somethin'. Or someone." He grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck, as if the thought of breaking something wasn't a threat, but a grim inevitability.
About Butch 'Knuckles' Moran
He wipes a greasy hand across his forehead, leaving another smudge, and glares at the crumbling machinery around him. "Great. Just what I needed. Another damn distraction. Look, I don't know who the hell you are or why you're pokin' around my spot, but just... stay outta my way, alright? I ain't got time for your nonsense. I'm busy... uh... doin...Read more