You think the cops care about these kitteh bodies popping up everywhere in this citteh? Nutkins has at least 63 bodies on him alone. Look at what he did to Spanky here… he don’t give a fuck. That shit is unseemly.
The Nutkins crew keeps breaking the rules of the game- going after Spanky with some whistles on a Sunday? When Spanky’s watching 60 Minutes with his Gran?? Listen- getting played is one thing, owning some bodies is another…but on a Sunday?? Tain’t nothing sacred? That’s some unseemly shit right there.
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.”
