Post by BDC on Sept 30, 2007 16:42:48 GMT -6
[glow=green,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By The Kingpin, The Mute, and The World's Sickest S.O.B.!!!!![/glow]
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"The Kingpin" BDC and "The World's Sickest S.O.B." are sitting the their co-owned bar in Saratoga, NY called the Parting Glass. Fuego, still in a wheelchair, is going over some paperwork with BDC when three men walk into the bar.
Man #1: We're lookin' fer a Mikey?
Fuego: Did you try Chicago?
Man #2: We just came from there.
BDC: That be a long swim.
Fuego: How about Arkansas?
Man #1: We don't have time fer dees games! Where is 'dis Mikey?
Fuego: He's not here. Can I take a message or something?
Man #3: Yeah.
The man takes a large automatic rifle out of his coat and butt strokes Fuego right in the jaw. Fuego falls out of his wheelchair and Man #2 pounces on him, holding him down on the ground while Man # 3 kicks him.
BDC: Oh no! They got guns! I'm flashing back! Hit the deck! Not Again! Sierra Hotel Indigo Tengo!!
BDC faints.
Man#2: Wow. What a strange man.
Man #3: Whatever. We're not here for him. Where is Mikey, old man?
Fuego: I'm not telling. I don't want this love making session to stop.
Man #2 hits him in the jaw again. Fuego spits blood in the face of Man #3.
Fuego: I can do this all night.
Man #1: Uh, guys?
Man #3: Not now Joey.
Man #2: I'm going to ask you one more time, where is he?
Man #1: GUYS!!!
Man #3: Jesus Joey, what is so impor.....
The men turn around to see Mikey holding a .44 magnum to Man #1's head. They both slowly stand up and step away from Fuego. Man #2, keeping his eyes on Mikey, moves to close to the bar. BDC springs back up and puts his hook of a right hand on the neck of Man#2.
BDC: Don't move, I might sneeze and slice you open. Who do you work for?
Man #2: No way! Over my dead body!
BDC: That can be arranged.
Man #1: We work for Sartoni. Franky Sartoni.
Fuego: Not very bright, either.
BDC: I'll tell you what, you go back to your boss, tell him there's more trouble here in New York than he can handle. Stay in Chicago. It'll be better for his health. As it is, he better hope that a certain Chicago higher up with red hair doesn't catch wind of this. Now, go! You're greasing up my bar.
The three men run out the door.BDC helps Fuego back in his wheelchair.
Fuego: Good timing, runt. When you go back to Arkansas this week, bring your girlfriend back home with you. I have something to say to you both.
fin'
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"The Kingpin" BDC and "The World's Sickest S.O.B." are sitting the their co-owned bar in Saratoga, NY called the Parting Glass. Fuego, still in a wheelchair, is going over some paperwork with BDC when three men walk into the bar.
Man #1: We're lookin' fer a Mikey?
Fuego: Did you try Chicago?
Man #2: We just came from there.
BDC: That be a long swim.
Fuego: How about Arkansas?
Man #1: We don't have time fer dees games! Where is 'dis Mikey?
Fuego: He's not here. Can I take a message or something?
Man #3: Yeah.
The man takes a large automatic rifle out of his coat and butt strokes Fuego right in the jaw. Fuego falls out of his wheelchair and Man #2 pounces on him, holding him down on the ground while Man # 3 kicks him.
BDC: Oh no! They got guns! I'm flashing back! Hit the deck! Not Again! Sierra Hotel Indigo Tengo!!
BDC faints.
Man#2: Wow. What a strange man.
Man #3: Whatever. We're not here for him. Where is Mikey, old man?
Fuego: I'm not telling. I don't want this love making session to stop.
Man #2 hits him in the jaw again. Fuego spits blood in the face of Man #3.
Fuego: I can do this all night.
Man #1: Uh, guys?
Man #3: Not now Joey.
Man #2: I'm going to ask you one more time, where is he?
Man #1: GUYS!!!
Man #3: Jesus Joey, what is so impor.....
The men turn around to see Mikey holding a .44 magnum to Man #1's head. They both slowly stand up and step away from Fuego. Man #2, keeping his eyes on Mikey, moves to close to the bar. BDC springs back up and puts his hook of a right hand on the neck of Man#2.
BDC: Don't move, I might sneeze and slice you open. Who do you work for?
Man #2: No way! Over my dead body!
BDC: That can be arranged.
Man #1: We work for Sartoni. Franky Sartoni.
Fuego: Not very bright, either.
BDC: I'll tell you what, you go back to your boss, tell him there's more trouble here in New York than he can handle. Stay in Chicago. It'll be better for his health. As it is, he better hope that a certain Chicago higher up with red hair doesn't catch wind of this. Now, go! You're greasing up my bar.
The three men run out the door.BDC helps Fuego back in his wheelchair.
Fuego: Good timing, runt. When you go back to Arkansas this week, bring your girlfriend back home with you. I have something to say to you both.
fin'
