"Alright," you tell him, "I'll let you live, but I get half of everything."
"Alright," he pleads, "anything, just let me lve, please." He's crying and it looks like he's wet himself as well.
"Fine," you say, "just have somebody bring me my money and you'll never have to see me again." You turn to walk out the door. As you're leaving, Mad Tony pulls out the gun he's executed a hundred other people with, and fires a shot into your back.