Proposition Spanky collapsed to the floor. His nephew, Cheesy Nutkins, had suddenly just pistol-whipped the back of his big, fat head.
“Ain’t nothin personal, Unc, but I been thinking- I wanna control the East side now. And being that you ain’t the type to, you know, voluntarily retire… this is how is has to be.”
“Sheeeeeeeit, son,” Prop Spanky managed to whisper, “You ponderin’ got nothing to dewwwww with it. You’re just plain bad…never respecting the rules, but I put up with yewwww cause you were my bloo-” BOOM!
Cheesy Nutkins finally pulled the trigger. “Man, fuck your old-school rules, Spank. This is my time now. Old timers like you got no place here, so now you gotta get got.”