What can YOU say in six sentences?
Henry, Hank, whatever you want to call him, is not what he appears to be.
This is what he's said anyway.
Personally, I believed that he was just talking so that he wouldn't get his ass kicked.
That was until about twenty minutes ago, before the two punks walked in here and tried to take the till, put the gun in my face and said they'd kill me if I didn't open the drawer and hand over the cash.
Henry, Hank, whatever you want to call him, horn-rimmed glasses, nerdy fucking shirt with khaki shorts and dress shoes (as if he couldn't find any tennies), pulled out his own gun and put it to the back of one of the punks' heads.
"Get the fuck out of here and never come back," he said, his voice low, menancing, sounding as if it was emanating from somewhere other than his throat.