Manny strolled casually from the back room. He listened to the confrontation. He was not happy, his men had assured him Don wouldn't get the money. The football stud, while not major league material, was hated by rival teams for his come-from-behind victories: over 50 guys had shelled out the $150 admission fee to watch Don's castration. Manny had no desire to disappoint them, or to refund the money.
"Sorry, Don, I'd say the bet was fair. Bill put something in your drink, so what! A real man would have drunk it up." Manny grabs the glass from Don's hand and drains it without looking in it. He feels something squirming in his mouth. Probably, a cockroach or mouse, he swallows. He's eaten worse.
"Now pay the boys their $500.00, Donny, and then help yourself to a drink. They're all on the house. Best anesthetic for what's coming tonight, Vinnie, Nick keep him here. Erp!" The little creature was kicking up a storm, "Bill bring me a bromo."
Vinnie and Nick had grabbed Don from behind as he prepared to lunge at Manny when he grabbed the drink with his brother floating in it. The others had just stared dumbfounded with their mouths open as Manny swallowed the tiny man without so much as a blink.