Your goon didn't know anything.
Your guy met me at the ugly peice of modern art in his dumb mask. I mean, Green Goblin? Are you trying to look like a retard or what.
"Farfarello, right?" I said.
"Indeed that is my name." He said, bowing mockingly.
"What do you have for me. I don't have all day."
"Patience dear boy-"
Then I punched him in the face as hard as I could. His plastic mask making a delightful warping sound.
I slammed him against the art-statue thing. "Listen you little shit. I don't have time for your theatrical bullshit. What do you know?"
"I know nothing the Master-"
I kicked him in the groin, then put the heel of my sneaked into his ballsack.
"Fuck your Master. What you got for me."
He laughed and laughed even as I stomped down, twice.
I was starting to lose my shit.
So I ripped off his mask.
I recognized the guy, from my brother's facebook photos.
"James." I spat.
"Hey man" he said.
I looted his pockets and left him there, laughing on the ground.
He had my brother's wallet.
His room key.
and a phone, not Slice's.
I'm going through the phone today, and I'm going to take this up a step.
I'll be pretending to be Slice in his Dorm while I investigate.