The redeye'd SwampThangzThatBangzz had retired their own make'en'shitt farm to the land of Texas. Family business was good, but there seemed to be no one that could keep up with the speed at'wixx deez quackterds could produce original rest'err'peaz. The FourCornerHustlers of North Dallas had become a major player since the hit on the local art scene had taken place. They remembered who lit the wick to that bomb, and they began the swap of information with the farm in East Texas. The freshest U91 that had been gifted to the sea'oh'dea'zee'tea zapped his doodle into to the town of Ft Worth. The 2 friends of his father still stood at his side, the locals that stood up for the original message had all gone down after a swift hit of the purple bow of the Bow was perferm'errd on his Dad. Business should be kept private, and men should speak about such things behind closed doors. Something the TexanSunn knew. 

WhamBhamKlickKLACKerrDySnacked

The sound of chips being eaten could be heard in the passenger syde of a purple jalopy tooter'n down 35. The deeply'dark'entt tinted windows were rolled down up front, and cracked ever so slightly in the backseat. Take'eez'unn here long enough and you can have a party in Austin, maybe go visit the Alamo in the southern swamps of Tex'Ass. CoontSkinntHatter with his black fedora and light grey trimm'et'th'up'werdz was havin'uh snack in the passenger syde of the ryde. Kickerr'Shtickkz were lit in the driver seat and the middle of the back seat. A1, B2, and the i7 of the swampz'o'Texass's'Ass were up and at'emm. Good thangg they knew their Phylumm and what Kingdom'3 they belong'err'th 2. The A1 had a smirk on his face as he knew exactly why they were driving to Fort Worth, and the B2 was just scannin' the sidewalkz and scenery as they drove at a whallop'en 125 miles an hour down the highway. Coppaz on patrol respected the jalopy and those inside, knowing the bigger prize at the end of it's line.

Click'clack, a WickettSpliff was lit with two clicks of a lighter

Welcome to Ft. Worth the street sign said. The A1 knew the destination so he took the proper exit, the 3drummzofGunnz pulled their bandanaz up as they neared the bank. Forced withdrawals were just so god damn'th'uh funn. The young Th'ugh't Boat cap'n of ee'zown GunnShipp knew that elbow grease was the only way to fry in the kitchenn of crime. But it appeared only his 2 pigs in a blanket fit snugg under the rug understood that, and so the 3amigo3z of doom and gloom brought destruction upon the front door of a town riddled with meth and dumbness. Dallas' local economy had been stimulated by local artists putting their hearts and souls into everything they did, forgetting about fashions and looking cool set the town free. Ft Worth however, well they didn't know their own worth. So after some whispers from his great gran', USS ML had planned an impromptu robberyy oh'dee ol' gunnz'uh'blazz'ett'uh'fett'uh'fuck'up'KUNTzz style. 

As dee'ol JalopyOhDeeOlJalopiezz nears the bank, 5 cop cars are parked, 4 on each corner of the crossing. 1 in front of the Federal Bankk the Texass'Sunn mumz'oh'eez'mummzyzz had marked for the take. The coppa out front raised an eyebrow, nodded. He put his thumb'n'pink'err'stinker in his nose and pulled down. Nodding to'werdz the bank a'forr he drove off. The other 4 parked cop cars all drove off. It seem't as if this wasn't supposed to be a clean take at all. A bag in the backseat unzips, 3 1921's and 3 bombs are revealed, 2 1921's are passed up to the front. The B2 was one of the greatest spotters that had ever existed, the A1's grin couldn't be hidden behind his black bandana as his eyes were wrinklett up. i7 was just groovin'n to the tune in his head as he attached a suppressor to his Annihilator, the other 2 had begun to attach theirs after pulling them from their vest pockets. So far so good, the i7 calmly opens the door and opens the door for the B2. The A1 left the car runnin'n he got out, all 3 doors remained open. The 3 bommer'bumm'drumm'errz took their rightful positions. A1 stood out front with a kickerr stick, the B2 and i7 calmly openned the door to the bank. The silentest thunder of 200 shots ever never heard was unleashed, and every body in the bank except the 2 Angels of Death fell to the ground. i7 hands his 1921 to the B2 as he takes the 3 handcrafted in his basement bombs and began doing his dertwerk. A few shells were still rolling around, and a handful flew to to'werdz the wall seperating the customers from the tellers. Slight clickz of bullets hitting wood were heard as the Heel'Terr'Do3 let his toesywoesys floe towerds the deposit boxes. He placed and lit the fuse of one bomb. Calmly walking to the teller window, where he set and lit the 2nd bomb. The B2 waited for the signal of the first explosion before heading to the deposit boxes and making a withdrawal. The 2nd bomb went off as the i7 made his way to the safe. 

Soft clicks in the knees as the Paddy'd'Wickett gets to his bidnezz

Right ear goes to the sweet spot next to the spin'n dial, and the clicks of clacks start being listened to. Within 30 seconds, the vault door opens. As if she was listening the B2 walks past i7 as the USS ML takes a second to lean back'werdz a'ferr standin up. His back pops a few times. The pair of devils saunter inside and begin filling the giant bag they came with. The last bomb is placed in front of the deposit boxes within the vault, the notes would more'en likely be hidden behin't em'th'err. The duo of Devil'en'Angel disguisezz wander out of the vault and wait for the big ol' signal of de'oll'est siren to ever be recorded. 

The big bang.

The pair of twin'n'grinnerzz g'wan wiff stuffing banknotes of immeasurable numbers into the bag, the Green bandana comezz down as a prerolled WickettStick comes up towerdz the mouth of the MouthOhDeeSouth. The smoke signals that his adrenaline might be a little too high and he needs to even his keel. B2'z black bandana stays up as she stays evervigilent. Hyper awareness to her surroundings was a trait that she'd maybe lived through something similar before. She did her best to remain calm, but the speed with which the newest i7 was stuffin' and fluffin'zee bagg was beginning to work her nerves. She paced outside the vault to check on the A1, both stood vigilante outside as the i7 thoroughly scanned the vault. Making sure he didn't leave a scrap he zipped the bag and the trio heads off in the Jalopy'oh'peazz. The heroes'of'hold'emm'uhp'ya'puff made their way back to East Texas.

Seemed as if only ten minutes passed on the 2 or 3 hour drive, but when the trio arrived there was a wire left on the door. Seemed the tri0 was needed for business out west. They moved back to Dallas in the jalopy, stickin' to the thoroughfares until they found the local Dallas police department. They sat in the parking lot talkin' and smoking their inhalentzz'oh'naturez as the biggest bag sat for anyone to take what they needed from it. Plenty of cops had come by to pick up a piece of the profit. The Wickett'st Sunn put out a spliff and began to roll another one, sat in'junn style on the trunk of the jalopy.