Yes or no. Should I continue this?

I do not eat eggs. I have never eaten eggs, but there they were sitting in front of me like two greasy eyeballs screaming, “Cholesterol, Cholesterol!” I didn’t order them I would never order them but my Russian friend did. I called him that because well he’s Russian; also he insisted that I call him and well he has a gun, so I pretty much do whatever he tells me. In front of him sat the French toast, the one thing on the menu I thought looked appetizing, everything else consisted of eggs. He owned the small diner in which we sat, Mother’s Home Diner is what I think its called. “So,” he said to me in a very thick accent, “Vill you be able to do this?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“Vhat do you mean you are not sure?”
“Look I drive a limo. You want me to pick up some friends of yours at the airport I don’t see why we have to talk about this in private. In fact you probably should have just called my boss and asked for me.”
“Ve did not vish to call your boss, I don’t want any records that my friend vas in this country. All you have to do is pick him up show him around the city and drop him off at this location.” He slid a folded piece of paper across the table. I reached for it but his stern look through me off. “You do know I don’t have my own car,” I said.
“Ve vill provide one for you. It vill be dropped off at your house the day before the job.”
“And how much is the pay again?”
“Five thousand up front and five thousand more vhen job is done.”
“Will you let me think about it?”
“No.”
“Just give me a day?”
“No.”
“Tonight then, I’ll have an answer for you by eight o’clock.”
“Mister Porter I am not sure if I have made myself entirely clear, you either take job or you don’t is very simple.”
I couldn’t help it ten thousand dollars is a lot of money and I really needed it “Ok,” I said, “I’ll take the job.” A smile spread across his bearded face. “Good,” he said, “we have a deal.” He looked down at his breakfast, “you know I do not like French toast perhaps you vould like to have it, no?” I hartily agreed to take it off his hands. We switched plates and I hastily wolfed down my breakfast. The whole time he stared at me sipping at his orange juice and didn’t once touch his eggs. I think the eggs were poisoned.