>>6112408[Pt1 of 2]
You drive through the crowd, carefully, like an Alligator would, slowly and then at the right moment . . . ATTACK.
(2) enemies, Orangejello and his brother Lemonjello are cut down before they can know the thrill of abandoning their own children.
There's a nappy headed backstory in there somewhere, something with a fecal olefactory twinge mixed with wet menthal ash and losts of unwashed bacteria. It's the story of two drug addicts who knew they'd strike it big in BASKETBALL.
OH BOY were those two ever going to make in basketball, yessiree bob, they were gonna be the greatest, better than Jordan! The TV had convinced them of this, and they were certain to sit around smoking weed and eating processed dollar store snacks they'd walked out the door over the protests of the squinty eyed manager who couldn't call the police, because they wouldn't respond to petty theft, and couldn't even confront them in for fear of being called, well, what do you suppose they'd have called him?
They'd eat on this loot from when they woke up at 2pm til they inevitably passed out at 4am in front of their Playstation, as they had more or less for 26 years. They didn't play basketball of course, and didn't graduate highschool, because they didn't need to. They were gonna be famous. They had the benefits to keep them going, to tide them over and keep the rent paid, until their big break. And then one day the street walkers started yelling differently, and the corner store was out of cigarettes because it was on fire, and the dollar store was easy to loot because only one of the workers was there, and he was bleeding from his arm, and when he started giving them shit they just decided, our brothers, to beat his head in once and for all. That happened to take place early, on the same day the deliveries were made, and the store was empty except for the manager's body and themselves and far back inbehind the store, a still running delivery truck.
The boys saw enough results in their phone feeds, before the government signals shut off, to put the dollar store on lock. And they carted all the goodies out in the back of that truck. Soon they were sweaty, and had a sense of pride in the heist, they were the kingpins of cheetos and candy. Next they stopped off at home to get some 9s, and then to the smoke shop, and the liquor store. They had everything they needed, until the chips and drinks and cigarettes and bullets ran out a few months later. In fact the only one doing anything at all was the old voodoo woman, and she had all the drugs anyone could touch. And that lead to them making it finally, into the street with bricks one dark night, roused by drums and the promise of some good smoke if they brought back the old man's draco. And here we leave the brothers, hit and run, left in the street, and what happened to them?
Only very good luck might save them.
[If My 4th and 3rd total less than 15 Orangejello will seek drug addeled revenge]
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