"We could use a few cocktails," Zavala said, swallowing a fish fillet.
"Sorry, Mr. Bigmouth and Dr. Kerzach are not here and they make the best cocktails. However, if you are willing to take chances, I'd be more than happy to make cocktails for everyone," Werner said.
Anton and Paul entered the dining room.
"So I guess it's dinnertime?" Paul asked.
Franz stood up and glared at the two. "Get lost," he spat. Even sitting, Franz was taller than almost everyone at the table but when he stood, his height of 6'5 was quite intimidating.
Paul was taken aback. "I never expected such harsh words from a fellow equine," he said.
"I will not associate with you." Franz replied. He reached for the expandable baton
"Franz, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Werner said. He grabbed Franz's arm so he could not reach his baton.
"You did not hear of the time they tried to kill Nick?"
"I did. And you did not hear of the time they were paid to desert their former employees," Franz said.
"Thank you." Anton said, "Now let's enjoy dinner and not start a fight over it."
Werner muttered something and sat down. He still looked suspiciously at the two.
"So what's for dinner?" Paul asked.