There was a time and place for everything. This wasn't the time or place for Artist's phone to be ringing. It had only been four hours since Karmen dropped him home after they finished purging South Philly. Usually after a long day like that he'd call over some baddies, but a shower and a blunt is all he could manage. RRRIIIING! RRRIIIING! Artist contemplated picking up the phone but knew that only the finest of PH had access to this landline. It would be in his best interest to pick up, and pick up quickly.

"Artist get dressed. I'm already parked outside, and my sushi is getting warm. Hurry up so we can do what we have to do."

It was Jazz-. You just never knew what to expect when working with him. Artist wasn't a fan of sushi but he knew Jazz- had access to the asian cougars. Either way he had no choice and was outside within 20 minutes.

"So it's pretty simple. We're trying to build a monopoly in the restaurant business via PH. TMs Soups is still jumping, and TommyVercetti may or may not be opening a new brisket joint. The only problem.... we need this exact location. The owner won't budge even after Tommy offered him a SECOND offer. The nerve of this shmuck! Everyone knows TommyVercetti doesn't give second offers. Anyways, your job is to send the rest of South Philly's corporate business world a message. Bring me his head on a plate. And Artist. No fuck ups!"

Artist slipped through the back window of the restaurant owner's house. It was a two story home with a garage. The sounds of a t.v could be heard coming from the basement, which meant someone was up in the middle of witching hours. When Artist silently crept down the stairs he found the restaurant owner deeply asleep on the couch. This would be like taking candy from a baby. The chloroform napkin quickly engulfed the owner's nose while Artist's switchblade stabbed deeply into his neck. It took no time to behead the victim. Placing his head in a bookbag, but leaving the body on the couch sitting up, Artist made his way upstairs to see if anything of value could be found. He heard a raging buzzing noise. Careful to not alarm anyone, pistol in hand ready to shoot, Artist slowly pushed the bedroom door open only to find a 50 year old looking Asian cougar pleasuring herself with a toy. There was a time and place for everything, and if Artist had enough time, he would be giving this cougar a helping hand. Instead of killing her he decided to return later and stage a way to give her a shoulder to lean. Artist made his way back to the car where Jazz- was waiting.

"Good job Artist. Tomorrow morning when The Mayor of PH wakes up, he'll have a head next to his orange juice & egg omelete. It'll make the papers and everyone else will be reminded not to fuck around. Stay next to your phone just incase I need your help again".