"Ah! That's what I'm saying," exclaimed the fat man, his jowls quivering with each word, his voice dripping with disdain. Sprays of spittle sprayed across the tavern, lending an unsightly decoration to the already dingy surroundings. Three formidable figures leaned in, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and trepidation, captivated by the fat man's tale.
"This guy, he starts off all apologetic, 'Oh, I'm sorry,' he says. But now? Every time he opens his mouth, he's cursing someone's mother!" The fat man's voice carried a mix of amusement and scorn, his words resonating with a sense of indignation.