Father retired from a life of crime to go into a political career within the state of Texas, a new i7 vessel was born'en'bread'erd into the herd of the WickettSunnz. The USS LT of the LT James Joyce, a peacock corvette that kruizzerr'd for trouble around the seas of peas. This GunShip was here to stay'n'play the game of life. Fast and loose, he duck't'in'goosed his way into a green jalopy with a purple interior. The A1 and B2 sat up front, the young thug got in the back and laid across the seat with his feet sticking out of the driver side window. He began rolling a spliff, the pouch with rollin' papers came from his vest pocket. Don't need an overcoat in Texas, this flock flew with vest'z'in'holsterz onlyy. Well usually, winters could get rough'n'stuff, but the GypsyFamBlam knew how to adapt. And adapt'ee'deedzyy'ee'deed lit his spliff.

Signal of dee'ol'spliff rolls through the pass'syn'derr'syde'wind'err

The 3 dasterd'ly'bass'terdz drove about 30 minutes South to Dallas, mee'maw back on the farm had told the i7 there was an errand to be run. She mentioned some stuff'en'thangz but really only told the i7 to be prepared to clap his tinggzz'az'eff'dey'wer'ed'eez'own wingzz. 2 bags sat under the backseat, inside were 3 1921z and a number of bombs that were crafted on the farm. Perhaps ol' mee'maw was up to her witchcraftwerkzz in the basement a'ginn? A'kinn'st'uh will be a'kinn'dred. The kind but coldhearted old lady of the Wyndfyld eState was a kooky'cook but she had an eye for sort'erd'ly'stuff'en't'angzz. In this family's culture, women were the "powerful" onezz. The men were usually just the musclezz. Shippz'o'Peaz't'uff'CockzzFamBlam03z were just in tune with somethin'n dey'ol'ead'oh'de'ol'eadz eh ladz'en'lazzyz?

As the trio exited off of 75 into downtown Dallas, the 21446997toot'err sat up in his seat, fixin' his back 'ginnst the passengersyde door as he rolled another Wick'err Shtickerr. A1 had a fresh kicker hangin', and the B2 was just deathzAngel watchin' the 2 idiotz be idiotz. The jalopy kept rollin'.

1 of the pigs under the blanket of the Tex'Ass'Sun drove off from en'frunt'der'damm't Aquarium, thumb and pinky pulling on the septumm'w0t'm8? 3banda'nerrzz went up, all black. A pad'cap tilted back'en'port'r'syde and 2 fedoras relaxed back with their own tilts saunter'ed'on'd'err'stilltz on forewerdzz.

Durd'ee'st of D33d'ler'zz D00d'zuum'zuum'iezz skated dey'z'b'oar'd boat up the short steps up to the front door. The Wickett1 unleashed a star'berd syde kick, ball'en'heel connects with the force of a'ka'jillion sunnt'z. Door flings upon with a flam'bam thank'yee ma'am. The 2 Bodyguards'oh'dee'ol'Omerta grabb'eed'deer'eer'ee'en'we'eer'eey gunnz, the 1921'z with the suppresors on of course. 30 shots rang from 3 silenced 1921'z and 4 Durdy'd'Burdzz were flung to the ground. Feckin' scum was everywhere, Dela'Whorezz really had a hold on this land of ours. FredumbzzDrummz let loose with another 3 quick single tapz'oh'de'brrap'brat'scatta as his left eye had caught the glimpse of a shadow. The Durden man fell to the floor with holes in both eyes and one smack't in the middle of his forehead. Pine'Eel'Glandzz bee damm't'fer'dey'walk't'en'fear'of'lyfez'zyde. The shores tide shifts as the scenario finds itself adrift amidst the amenities of a queer'eye't canal of query.

Entrance corridor seem'terd'bee clear, but the B2 was near and her eyes scanned the empty spaces in the gaps of en'tween'z. For some reason the A1 decided to spray 10 more through a closed door, the thud of 3 bodies could be heard. The B2's eyebrows raised, and the i7 just kept walking for'werdz. The trio of pestilence had finally made it through the entrance when suddenly

Brr'app'rap

Semi automaticc'z fired off 3, whizzin' by'dee'ol'by3z. A1 ducked after the bullets flew past, the B2 was nowhere to be scene'by'da'm33n, and the i7 trained his sight on the sound of the fyre. Port'r'sydeHandKannon supported the silenced '21 as the 3 Ann'High'Err'Lay'Terdz of Goonz'en'Goblinzz was robbin' a fookin' aquarium. WotDeeFookm8?!?! Why? KannonzKunnzOhShitPissedAllOverTheScene. The sound of 10 silence 1921 shots dropped 2 DurdyBurdz, and the thund'err did roll on. An octopus scooted across the floor the bones of a fish it had eaten remained on the floor behind it. A dolphin in the main tank to the syde of the recently deceased DurdyBurdz swam pass't. TeaOfT33zNootzz continued with his 2 best hench'errz oh'men'n'women into the doorway that stood a'for'demm. A pair sat on a bench, probably unaware of the hit that had come for them. The LT LT oh'dee'fookin'seasm8 emptied his entire drumm into their chesticles. 

An unimaginable pain was released, the proper amount of shellz hit the floor and bounced. Dallas could rest easyy'err tonight. D33dz'oh'dee'D33d'errz all took a minute to catch their breath, the i7 sat on top of one of the dead Durdzz and proceeded to roll a wickett kickerr. The B2 just raised'err eyebrows and wandered off back to the car, and the A1 laughed and shook his head as he too returned to the car. i7 ignites his inhalantzz and procedes to the jalopy'oh'jalopiez sittin'n on'eez'e'eree thoroughfare. The trio took a 30 minute ride North back to Wyndfyld eState where they all took some time to celebrate.

Farm was open to kin'o'kin, and anyone who wanted could join in with a thought'oh'centzz if'n dey'were'to3'd be inclin3d'ed.