>"Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!"
>"GOOD DAY... I would like to purchase a half gallon of... Cake Batter Ice Cream."
>"Right away sir, that'll be $14."
>"Ahh, yes, I have... A COUPON."
>Fisk hands the man the slip of paper.
>"Oh, I'm sorry sir, this expired last week."
>Fisk's grimaces briefly.
>"Hrmmm... you know, there was once, A MAN... of GREAT WEALTH... from the city of Verona."
>"Excuse m---"
>"ONE DAY... while walking through the marketplace... of Vicenza, a POOR MAN from Padua ran into him."
>"Sir, are you alrigh---"
>"He BEGGED for forgiveness, but the RICH MAN... INSULTED by this, DEMANDED recompense... and CHALLENGED him to a duel!"
>Fisk begins to walk behind the counter.
>"We could throw in some extra toppin---"
>"They met beneath an oak tree. The rich man, SNAPPED his fingers, and a squire RUSHED to dress him in plate. "THIS ARMOR was made, by the FINEST armorer in ALL Verona! Where is your armor?" The poor man replied, "I have none." and took off his tunic."
>"It's really no probl---"
>"The rich man, SNAPPED his fingers, and a servant produced a jeweled blade. "THIS SWORD... was made by the FINEST smith in ALL Verona! Where is your sword?" The poor man replied, "I have none." and TORE a branch from the tree."
>Fisk approaches him menacingly
>"The rich man LUNGED, but struck only AIR, as the poor man stepped aside. With the branch he STRUCK... the sword, from the rich man's hand, and PUSHED him over. WEIGHED DOWN, by his armor, the rich man could do... NOTHING... as the poor man PICKED UP his sword."
>Fisk grabs his head with his enormous hands
>""IMPOSSIBLE! I learned to FIGHT from the FINEST masters in ALL Verona. Where did you learn to fight?" And the poor man... RAISED THE SWORD... above HIS HEAD!"
>Fisk begins crushing his head
>"AT CASTAGNARO... KILLING MEN FROM VERONA!"
>With a sickening crack bloody sprays across the wall
>Fisk lets his corpse slide to the floor and wipes his hands with a rag
>He grabs a tub of ice cream from the freezer and leaves
