Menacing the Thug

Ifimus had to admit that the confrontation was not going well. He'd meant to storm in, threaten the thug with a glass Coke bottle and make him spill his secrets. No such luck.

'Tell me where the drugs are, or I'm going to get mad!'

The thug raised an eyebrow. 'Mad?'

'Yeah! Mad like your mother!'

He looked amused. 'Show me.'

Ifimus hesitated, then tentatively slammed the Coke bottle on the table.

The bottle bounced into the air before banging on Ifimus' head with a loud clunk.

'Ouch,' he muttered, dazed. 'That was... unexpected.'

Then he keeled over sideways, unconscious.