Leland made it to his office, sat down in his chair, pulled out a cigar, lit it and started to smoke it.
"Ah... been a while since I've pissed someone off like that... too bad that guy's a total pushover... that line about a workout regimen, HAH! That's funny, I get enough of a workout as is running this business, at some points even the city. I just can't wait for a real challenge... something exciting, see?
Sudden background music, and Leland started tapping his foot unwillingly.
"Oh no, the foot's tapping again, why does the foot have to tap right now?!"
All of a sudden, a few jazz musicians came into the office in perfect formation, and Leland performed a flip from his desk. He exited his building, snapping to the beat of the song that was playing as we went down the street. Any time some random broad walked down the street, he would look at them for a bit, then either whistle, snicker, smirk or all three. As for every man, well... let's just say they're chilling out. He finally made his way home, then did this.
"Stop it! I told you guys to quit that crap! You know I can't resist the sweet, sweet sound of a saxophone! Go home or you'll end up like the rest of them!"
The jazz band ran off, Leland went inside his home, and he slammed the door shut. Well he's a comic, now ain't he?