OscarTheGrouch enters a nearby coffeeshop, exclusive only to Cosa Nostra members. It is buzzing with conversation, with various mobsters laughing out loud at the witty humor being shared within it's walls. Oscar looks around at the mobsters, all well-dressed in the latest fashions of the times. Oscar himself is looking rather sharp as well, sporting a pin-striped trash can with a fedora style lid. He makes his way through the crowd when suddenly he is struck in the face and knocked over by something slimy and smelly. Dazed, he looks up to see a mobster he knows standing over him with his tongue out, a large trout in his hand.

OW! Hey what the HECK did you do that for? Fuck this, I'm leaving!

He leaves

Mr. Oscar couldn't you have found a shoe, or glass bottle or somthing in your fine trash collection towards getting your justified revenge against that nasty fish attack?

Branston was an influential man in the mob, and he had many contacts. As soon as he learnt of the incident in the coffeeshop, he placed a call to the Governor of Pennsylvania.

"Governor Jones? Yes yes, this is your friend from the city. Please advise your contacts in the military that you need a squadron of 'roflcoptors' to pursue Oscar a.k.a The Grouch with immediate effect.

Carollo stands there, large trout in hand, he turns to Slop SloppyJoe and says. Here you go, Joe. Sam smacks SloppyJoe upside the head with the large trout.He turns to Branston. Send the governor my regards, and this. He smacks Branston with a large trout too.

Branston does a poo on the rim of Sam_Carollo's coffee saucer. It has the consistency of pickle. It could actually be pure pickle. Branston tips his fedora and begins to leave the establishment

Gentlemen.

Sam slams the saucer with the large trout flipping the pickle sized poo through the air, it flips over and over and lands on the rim of Branston's fedora. Take that wit cha pal. Sam orders another coffee.

Joe picks himself up off the floor , and gets his sauce pan full of his secret  Sloppy Joe sauce... all over Sam.

Now take that sam!

Joe chuckles to himself, knowing Sam most likely will not be able to get the sauce stains out of his suit.

Sam stands there covered in Sloppy Joe sauce. He looks around the shop for some help with the sauce wielding maniac. He finds none. Luckily, my suit was already trout oiled and therefore sauce resistant. He leaves to find an open dry cleaner.

Oscar stands outside the coffeeshop, still outraged by the incident inside. He observes Sam leaving, covered in sloppy-joe sauce. A light-bulb magically appears over Oscar's head. He grabs a pen and paper from his trash can and begins drafting plans to open a scam dry-cleaning front in a nearby business district in hopes of milking money from Sam_Carolla. Nobody strikes OscarTheGrouch with a fish and walks away unscathed. Nobody

Gwarble recalled an incident when he and Oscar had been in a coffeeshop, other dignitaries had been present. Colin was also skulking in the corner, flashing his pedophile's leer in everyone's direction. Someone had told an absolutely killer story about the inappropriate conduct of their friend and Oscar had remained painfully silent. The laughter was eating him up inside, but he controlled it like the vicious, vile, disgrace to the species that he is.

Gwarble hoped OscarTheGrouch died. How he hoped.

OscarTheGrouch also recalled said incident. He regrets his Godfather's Inception of said events, as he was indeed amused by Gwarble's story. However he was too late and the mobster in question hastily left before Oscar could express his true appreciation of the tale. Be that as it may, Oscar took silent pleasure in knowing he had rained on yet another parade and was instinctively happy to have ruined somebody's day, as is natural for Grouches. Still, it is unwise to upset a man of Godfather Gwarble's stature and he recognized the folly of his ways. OscarTheGrouch makes a mental note to make a face at Godfather Gwarble that resembles a :P the next time he saw him, which is customary coffeeshop etiquette and generally cancels out any inappropriate conduct or offense within the sanctity the coffeeshop walls provide.

"I thought you said you enjoyed the taste of trout with your coffee in the morning? At least that is what you always told me." Miley says as she walks by Oscar, wearing her status quo daisy dukes and skimpy halter top. She winks and smiles at Godfather Gwarble who is nearby, and shakes her head at the man standing near Colin, who is standing in a pile of used tissues with bloodshot and puffy red eyes.

Walks closer to Oscar but doesn't wan tot get to close as his stench is umbareable.

Well Actually im not surprised, If you walked into a cafe where i was trying to enjoy my coffey I would hit you with a trout.

And what business did a person like you have in a cafe? I thought you stuck to the back alleys robbing 7/11's and stuff like that... You always puzzle me Oscar.

Hyung seees what happens and runs to Oscar outside

"Come on bro lets go back in there and get that guy, jsut wait ione sec i neeed to put my trash can jump suit on. O yea put a few bats in your trash can I'll put a wrench in mine . O yea bring a big giant fish we going to kick his ass with that fish then shove it right up his ass for all i care. No one messes with OscarTheGrouch and live to tell the tale. So lets go and kick some ass"

Listens closely to what HYung was saying, the man was speaking half English and half Gibberish, he looked at Oscar then smiled, the man was total trash yet friendly in a grouchy manner, reflecting on thoughts by himself he walks away to and towards his car

At last... Marianu can you please translate for me what HYung was trying to say? It was hard to understand as most of it he mummbled to himself.

Oh and there is no part of Oscar that is friendly. He is exactly what he says he is. Mean.

Looks at Oscar and smiles.

But apart from all that your a goos person to have a talk with.