[What he's going to do is grab your shirt front and shove you against the nearest wall. None too gently. You might have a bruise there later.]

How this works, is however I decide it works. He was only fun because he would've let you kill anyone. I won't. Nor will I put up with any of your backtalk, Richie. Not today, not ever.

[Personal space, what is that?] Last time I'll ask: Where is the gun?