Artist landed his private jet at Hog Island. He tossed the keys to the nearest model and told her to take care of his baby. Artist's Angels (it was the nickname he gave to his harem) simultaneously yelled out "Bye Artist!" as they tossed their panties and bras at him while he stood at the bottom of the stairs. Artist stared and continued to smile as he watched his jet take off into the sky.

When Artist turned around he spotted a black suv with tinted windows. He hopped in the backseat and was greeted by Karmen and VeronicaMars. They were the double headed dragon from South Philly. Whenever someone owed TommyVercetti money? BAM! Right in the kisser. If they disrespected the family? BOOM! There goes an arm or leg. It was obvious that if you seen them it meant bad news. Artist pulled a joint out his pocket and as soon as he was about to light it, Karmen snatched it out his hand and threw it out the window.

"Aht aht! You won't be lighting that in my car it stinks! Besides, I don't need you being clumsy on this errand and taking things too lightly."

Artist sighed. He knew it was going to be a long day. About 30 minutes later they pulled up to an abandoned building. Karmen stayed behind the wheel, but Veronica exited the passenger seat. This could only mean one thing, and one thing only. Artist was about to get his hands dirty and it wasn't going to be paint or lotion. As they entered the building Artist could see someone sitting in a chair in the distance. The closer he got the louder the crying sobs became. Veronica wasted no time making her presence known. Two hooks to this unidentified person's head sent the bag over his head flying off. Twelve punches later and the guy had lumps and bruises all over his face.

VeronicaMars went to grab the duffle bag that was sitting in the corner. It was heavy and she dropped it at Boogie's feet, signaling him to choose a weapon of his choice. You see, Veronica didn't speak as much as Karmen, but don't let the cute face and low voice fool you. Her passion was violence. And with that being said, Veronica slammed a steel axe into the thigh of the victim. The screams sounded like beautiful music to VeronicaMars. She poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Artist as she moved around the room like a ballerina.

The next two hours was spent chopping the victim up into bite size pieces. His name was Brian. Why was Brian in this situation? Well, TommyVercetti was gonna turn him into meatballs, then feed him to Brian's crew. He was a dollar off and a day too late on his weekly payments. Everyone in South Philly knew not to fuck around. To anyone else this would've been traumatizing but to Artist this was a normal Tuesday morning.

When Artist and VeronicaMars got back into the car they all sat in silence for a few seconds. Karmen handed Artist a joint and a lighter. Before pulling off she pulled out a piece of paper and said, "That's the first errand of the day. We have about 13 more to go."