The name is Angel Starr. Don't you go forgetting it. Or before you know it I'll have you whimpering at my heels.

I come here every day to sell lunches. I import only the freshest and best from the Far East. For some reason, the box lunches are a hit here.

Hostility? Hah! Perhaps. Prosecutors are all alike. And the bigger they get, the worse they smell. Kind of like 10-day old clams in the chowder.