The King of the Island

This is the story of a man who never belonged anywhere, whose backyard is the world, whose ways of life are the dreams of escape for those who want action but never find it. The man John Steele Adventurer.

A lot of people, like the man says, takes all kinds. So I wasn't especially surprised when the mutual friend told me Joe. A big Joe was fresh in from Europe with a pile of dough and ideas just as big.

Joe King. Joe was in town looking for me. I never particularly caught in the Joe, but the mutual friend gave me the hotel and told me to call. Drink smoke, name it. Take what you want, take a seat.

Open house, I'll tell you. Hot King. King. Still with that, huh? King, yeah, sure. My name is Emma Name King. It's also Joe. That's it. Who? Yeah. You're honest? Smoke. Oh, failure pockets, drinks broke. Be happy, happy, kid.

Now sit. Anything you want? Sure. Why don't you stay? Want me to send out for a sirloin? Rollin' out the rug. Ah, ah, very you, you anytime sure sure sit. All I can say is...

Ah, ah. All to happen more often. That's surely... What's all this gonna cost me? Cost? What are you after? What's the angle? Ah, now that's nice. That's what you think of me. Am I hurting your feelings?

Well, 12 year old scotch, high on the rocks, dollar cigars, it's not like you, Joe. Uh-huh, key, key. Uh, no, John, not hurting my feelings. After all, say when I have a step on your toes.

I did, I did, huh? Me and the whole company. Company. The whole regiment. Okay, okay, so I gypped, so I was a little bit of a crook. So I helped myself to cigarettes when I got Okay, lots of things when I was supply click.