Pasta with meatballs

Mr. Kane walks in to the Dining Hall.
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He walks over and grabs a plate and then goes over to the "kitchen"
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Mr. Kane: What's for dinner today?
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Chef: Pasta with white sauce... and meatballs...
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Mr. Kane: Sounds good.
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"Chef" puts some pasta and meatballs on the plate and Mr. Kane goes over to a table and sits down.
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He looks around in the dining hall to see if there's anybody else around...

Joe Andretti walks up to Mr. Kane and sits down and takes a bite of a meatball. Joe chokes a little then spits it out.
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Andretti: Can you believe they call those meatballs?
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Mr. Kane looks over at Joe's plate.
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Mr. Kane: Pretty awful huh?
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Andretti: Yep, if there's one thing I miss from home it's definitely the food. The stuff here's crap.
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The chef gives Joe a dirty look.
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Mr. Kane: Alright, so what do you want from me? You wouldn't sat here if you didn't want something.
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Andretti: I want to talk some business with you WITHOUT Fracture and Havok around.
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Mr. Kane: What kind?
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Andretti: Well, since you and Beach haven't exactly been getting along, I figured you might want some...
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Mr Kane: Protection?
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Joe smirks.
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Andretti: Exactly. For a small fee, the APA will protect and serve you anyway you want...well almost anyway you want, so what do you say?

Mr. Kane puts his hand up to his chin and thinks for awhile
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Mr. Kane: No offence, but you guys are in the "small league". You dont have as much experience as me and Pasquale.
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Andretti: We might not have much experience but we surely are NOT in the "small league". We can handle ourselves.
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Mr. Kane: Well...
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Mr. Kane looks around to see if Beach is around or anyone else ofcourse
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Mr. Kane: Meet me in my office later and we will talk further about your "protection" proposal.
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Mr. Kane finishes his last meatball and starts to walk back to his office
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Mr. Kane: See you later.
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Andretti: Hehe, of course.