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Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: Ghandi on Friday, September 28, 2007, 05:32:51 PM
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Breathing heavily, Scotty glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if he was still being followed.
"Thank God," he thought, noticing that he was no longer being pursued. He had nearly been caught a number of times, but he was experienced enough to know how to deal with these situations. This certainly wasn't the first time that he had been pursued.
He flagged down a taxi, relieved to see one immediately roll up beside him. He stepped in the cab, slightly appalled at the stench in the cab. He debated recommending an air freshener to the cabbie. No point, he thought. He doesn't give a shit.
"Where to?"
"4th and 15th," said Scotty.
He leaned back in his seat, relaxing for the first time in ages. The last few days had been crazy. It all started when...
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... his girlfriend threw a pizza at his head and told him it was over. Not exactly the most subtle of encounters, but it had gotten the point across, well enough that he hadn't been able to think for days. In fact, it felt like the last week had encompassed half his life, the other 50% before it being overinflated with filler episodes that went nowhere and meant nothing.
Shit, he needed a drink, and he needed one now.
"4th and 15th," the driver said
Scotty threw him a ten spot. "Thanks."
4th and 15th wasn't exactly a valid address, and even if it had been, most people wouldn't have known what it was. It was the fourth building on 15th Street, a seedy bar just north of the river. Just north of Vanessa's neighborhood.
Vanessa. Why'd she have to be so unreasonable about the mistake? It wasn't his fault that everything had gone to hell. If Jason hadn't been such a fucking idiot, Scotty thought as he pushed open the door to the bar, they could have paid Mr. Allen back easily. They could have just given him the money, gotten out of town before he realized what was really happening, and Scotty could have been doing double time on top of Vanessa in a room at the Belagio. It had been such an easy plan. If only Jason had done what they told him to...
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...move in with his auntie and uncle from Bel Air. He whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and had a dice in the mirror if anything he could say that this cab was rare. But he thought "Nah forget it, yo home to bel-air". He pulled up to a house about seven or eight and he yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later, looked at his kingdom he was finally there to settle his throne as the prince of Bel-Air and...
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...and luckily Jason did no such thing. Bel Air was not the place for the gig that he was about to pull. Scotty and Vanessa knew the drill. The plan was simple: Lure some sucker into a false sense of security. Get him to invest in some dodge Roth IRA's, all the while posing as legitimate investors. Then, of course, kill the fucker. Scotty disagreed with how to kill him, but Jason knew how to make these things look like accidents. His plan was simple...
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You people ruined the greatest thread of all time. I'm ashamed.
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My creative juices are in need of lube.
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This thread is that lube. All is slippery which enters this thread. And exits it. Thank you for putting the already nonexistent sexual innuendo into the thread.
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Scotty doesn't know.