"What the Hell is this butchery of an idea, a menace of a proposal!" He had screamed earlier, at a high decibel, his face reddened, eyes glaring at me as if I were some sort of scum, slamming the papers I had given him down onto his simple wood grain kitchen table.

Clenching his fists he grabbed the papers, tightly gripping them in the middle with his thumb and finger, beginning to make the motions to rip the idea to shreds. Clasping my hands together, I replied in a stern, but not mocking way, "Sir, with all due respect, I understand your sentiments against the proposed action, but please consider the implications of such an idea!"

As an honest man who understood business fairly well, Mr. Fugee had waited for me to make my full statement before he would interject, though I could tell his anger brought the wrath of his impatience as he was tapping his finger on the table profusely, his brown eyes like lasers locked onto to kill me.

"You disgust me with such ribald ideas, and although I have no actual resentment to the economic prosperity it will bring to Lavender town, you are an idiot to suggest destroying a cultural landmark, and a man's livelihood at that, that would be considered partly acceptable, if the tower was not the resting place of many of the spirits of the deceased!"

I bit my tongue at this statement, holding back the part of me that wanted to point out his blatant stupidity, though I knew that it only came from my extreme desire to initiate this venture, and willingness to do much to make it succeed. Biting my tongue had allowed me to cool down and think of this situation from his standpoint, and that made me realize just how insane my design might be.

"Sir," I rebutted, "I have already arranged a plot of land in vermillion city for the relocation of the tow-"

"Relocation of the Tower! What kind of Blasphemy is that?" Fugee cut into the middle of my sentence, raising his eyebrows spreading out his palms in front of himself, widening his eyes, looking at me as if I were insane.

Sighing, I deliberated amongst myself as to a way to convince, or even cozen this man into selling me the rights to the land. Conservative in the way he sees things, this was going to be a difficult endeavor to convince Mr. Fugee into such a radical idea. Was force going to be necessary to bend him to my will, or will we peacefully meet a mutual solution? my hands firmly gripped onto the red and white metallic monster ball that rested in my pocket. If all else fails, using force was the only option, though typically I prefer to refrain myself as something as that causes such a scandal.

Recomposing myself by running my hand over my face, and taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat, preparing for to explain my counter proposal. "Well as you are aware," I began, staring the old man directly in his brown eyes that screamed of hatred for me at this current moment, "It is completely possible to move a building in this day and age if you have the right equipment, and I assure you my kind sir, Rocket industrial certainly has the right equipment."

Opening the suitcase that I had placed on the table upon my arrival, I showed him the millions of yen I was willing to put out just to bribe for such a venture. Though bribe would be the word to use with these sorts of simple minded pedestrians, I could easily swindle him into believing that this money is a donation to the town directly. Whether or not it was or was not intended for that purpose, it could be used for that purpose therefore instead of looking unethical, it almost seems philanthropic.

"And this is the money for buying the tower, I presume?" He said in almost a mocking voice, raising his eyebrows, staring at me again as if I was insane. Biting my lip so as to not to point out his blatant stupidity, I continued,

`"You insult me much Mr. Fugee, and for your information, no this is not the money for the land, or even the relocation of the tower, just a simple gesture towards the town of lavender, a philanthropic donation if you will.."

"Ah I see you were well prepared for this meet were you not ? And you thought that you could simply swindle me into such a venture? BAH!" That bastard old man spat at me as he said that, what an asshole, though it was understandable, but I had a conflict of interest with understandable, and this was just not acceptable in the slightest. If he was not going to be cozened into this easily, then I'll have to use puffery to exaggerate the tight grip I figuratively have around his neck at this moment in time.

"I'll be frank, if you do not comply with this proposal, my affiliates will cause more innocent lives to lets say, be gone with the wind" I pointed to the cubone withering in agony hugging the corner of its pen, " so your move Mr. Fuji!" As I said this a smirk appeared on my lips, widening so that the valleys of my dimples were showing, just as his eyes popped out, he began hyperventilating, his hands shaking more than a fault line in the fear of being the cause of hundreds of deaths.

"So you killed its mother, and all the others? You're the reason the spirits in the tower remain restless!" Arctic cold described the tone, the old man seemed to glare with icy eyes, lava boiling underneath, a volcano hidden in the snow.

"It wasn't me personally i can assure you that"

Why did I not tell him this from the beginning? The answer is simplistic in nature, a bit of suspense is good for filler in a situation and it allows the victim to have a feeling of some control to the situation, until I pull the carpet right from under the feet. Lowering my eyes, closing up my grin,. "So it now becomes a simple matter of you putting your signature on that paper." Reaching into my pocket, I pushed send onto my phone, the deal was complete so there was no need for drastic measures.

The smooth black Ink pressed against the white of the paper, just over a dark line which had written to the left "sign here", the lines forming the letters of the signature were far from straight as that hand that was gripping firmly to the pen was trembling profusely. In that pitch black room, lit by the candle that sat on the table, I stood over the frail old man,. his eyes were wide, convulsions running through his body, breathing heavily as he carefully perused the terms of the contract he was signing.

He ran his right hand over the wrinkles on his forehead, and over the little hair that was left on the circumference of his head. Mr. Fugee, was not an imposing man physically, standing at about the height of my chin, but to be able to intimidate him, and infiltrate his mind with doubts and questions was a feat that I had previously deemed unachievable. It seems fear tactics welded into a person's price work quite well, playing to greed and then stabbing them in the back.

The earth began to tremble at the foot of my greatness, shockwaves bolting through the ground, knocking pots pans, books off their shelves. it was enough to knock us both back, though still maintain balance. My hands transcend sonic speed, rushed in a blur to grab the documents off the table. "Team Rocket appreciates your business, please come again."