Further Adventures of Rex Mundy

You can call me Mundy, Rex Mundy. I want to record these lines in case the Lasnapaa boys'll find me. They gave our little unit a beating this morning. Poor Pera's face was smashed to pulp.
I ended up here in Hell's Sink, thanks to a sweet bird who rents this flat for a fair fee.

Luckily she keeps malt and cigars in the stash. Finally a bloody day is turning sweet! Coffee and malt for the taste buds and this fine little cigar - El Rey Del Mundo - for the nerves.

Must call Jungle Faced Jake. With his help, everything will be alright.

*puff*