"What's that then?" questioned Ronnie. "What do you think poof, it's a fucking tool," came the sharp reply. Ronnie was clearly getting angry. "What you gonna do with that then? Bake me a cake? Sing me a song, watch me blow out me fucking candles? I come here for a fucking shootout right. A proper shootout with some proper men. A shootout, right, is a fucking shootout... Like a western." Ronnie stormed out leaving Reggie alone with the enemy in the pub.