Voice Message 4: Mr. Slick

"Howdy. Can't answer your call right now. Leave a message after the tone. Currently in hospital at the moment. My bodyguard won't just allow anyone in, so don't bother. Not even botherin' talkin' in my Mr. Slick persona, that's how sore and tired I am."

"As for the rumours...yes, this li'l ol' fella made Dirk the Smasher bleed and knocked him out cold for a few minutes. He roughed me up for awhile and tried to see how far he can hit my berserk button before I would react. No, I advise that you shouldn't try and find out what it is, especially since many of you folks know me as very mild and never seem to get angry. Cheers."

"Hi, Bertie. Alma here. I know that your father is protective, but he is scaring the nurses and doctors when they come to check up on you with his glare and growling. I am still impressed that not only you managed to survive being attacked by that Dirk, you actually made him bleed. Get plenty of rest, sweetie. Bye."

"Howdy, Gilbert. It's me, Pops. Ya really gave me a big scare when I found out from Alma ya are in the hospital. Don't tell your Dad but I really would like to give Dirk a ...stern talkin' to *sounds of knuckles being cracked*. I might be peaceful, but even I have my limits. Cheers, my son."

"Hello, Mr. Slick. You know who it is, right? Yes, it is Dirk the Smasher. I must say, I am impressed. The force of the punch is tremendous. Ah, it must've been your full strength too. The only other person who could’ve given me a hard time in brawls would have to be Silver Shadow. No one was ever able to land a punch on him, unless he was deathly ill. Well, I agree to your deal, kiddo. Good thing I really like you, or else I would've hunted you down and made sure you are dead for hurting me like that. Sleep well."