"You drive a hard bargain Mr. D." A salesman said as he sat across from a very unamused Mr. Dalmatia. "It's Mr. Dalmatia to you...Now please stop wasting my time and actually try to make business with me." Dalmatia groan clearly impatience. "R-right Mr. Dalmatia." The salesman stutters as he wiped his brow. W-well think about this; Your own island, making millions of dollars, all the drinks and girls your heart desires." He rambled on towards Dalmatia. "FIRST AND FOR MOST!." Mr. D barked at the salesman startling him. "I DON'T NEED MORE MONEY I HAVE ENOUGH AS IT IS, SECOND I AM GAY YOU IDIOT, AND THIRD I CARE NOT FOR YOU CHILDISH ISLANDS NOR BOOZE, SO UNTIL NEXT TIME GET OUT OF MY SIGHTS!" He ordered at the man. 

"I-i apologize sir b-but please you gotta make a sale m-my boss won't live it down if I don't." He stammered to Dalmatia. "Tough shit buddy, You should have thought of that before wasting my time." Mr.D said coldly towards him. The salesman gathered all of his things and left out clearly embarrassed. "God...why do I have to deal with such stupidity?..." Dalmatia thought to himself as he headed back to his room and plopping down onto his bed. "I might need that vacation more than thought..." he mumbled.