Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 289

The other guy reached in under my left arm and pulled my pistol out, tucking it into his belt. They led me through a door in the back to the outside.

"Where are we going? Do I need to chip in for the gas?" I asked, looking for my moment to strike.

"The car's just around the corner, puke! And it's all gassed up," the goon with the gun said.

That was the first time I'd ever been called puke.

Just then a stray cat jumped from a fire escape, which scared the hell out of all three of us...