"well hello there mister Fats fats! I'm your biggest fan! I've admired you since I was a little kid! Your the greatest! Would you honer me with a autograph please?".
The place goes silent. Even the jukebox stops itself. Fats fats explodes into a crimson faced eye. He looks more animal then human. "I don't sign fucking autographs you cock sucker!". He pulls out a .45 and blasts you in the belly with it . The shot launches you backwards into a pool table. The people in the joint then descend on you with flailing poolsticks. You don't stand a chance. The beat you to death with the sticks while Fats fats smokes a cigar and glares down at you.