So yeah like I said man, comedy gold. TheBaron laughed with Anthony, however it was cut short. Did you hear that?

Anthony looked around and spotted the man with the large mouth, flapping it like a flag in the wind. He attempted to sound worldly and wise but his words held little substance. Yet to Anthony's trained ear, they held malice without much fore thought.

Yo! You talking to me? Anthony tried to corner the kid while TheBaron looked on. The kid moved through the crowd whose attention he sought just moments ago, but now,like a breeze on a windy day, he hoped to be ignored. Anthony wasn't the type to ignore much.

Hey kid, I'm talking to you. Finally cornered by TheBaron and AnthonyReturns the kid had no out. But amusingly, he refused to speak. Okay, okay kiddo, lets take a ride. I know a place where they read minds and other mystical shit happens. They traveled far and finally arrived at the place Anthony spoke of.

They pulled the kid from the car and sat him at a table. You got a big mouth for a mute. I should shoot you, cause you aint no friend of mine. At that moment the kids words, prior having no substance, were made real, floating in front of them all.

Anthony reached over, grabbed some words and began stuffing them down the kids throat. Here punk, eat these words. The kid gagged and choked as the words were stuffed repeatedly into his overly large mouth. He began to cry and plead to any God who would hear him. Ahh, I new you could still talk kiddo. Anthony finished stuffing the kids words down his throat and then stepped back.

Next time you decide to talk shit, make sure you know who the hell you are talking to. And I dont care how powerful your friends are. Anthony leans in close. I dont like you, I aint never gonna like you. Don't ever cross me again sonny, or you are dead as I can make ya.

Anthony motions to TheBaron. Lets blow this pop stand bro.

TheBaron looks at Anthony with a sly look on his face and pulls out a gun and shoots the kid in the head We could have just done that, I mean we didn't have to come all the way over here just to teach him a lesson but you always have to make a point don't you?

Anthony stopped short. You bet I got to make a point. Hell man, someone fucks up like him and no one notices? No one cares? Well, except me. Lets face it bro, there was a time when he would have been dead with nary a word from me. So, times being what they are, I make points, and the longer I live, the more points I'll have to make I am sure. Anthony smile and spreads  his arms wide.

It's what I do!

Johnny run's up and put's his hand's on his knee's. Breathing hard he starts kicking nearby rocks and yelling.

"I ran all the way to this place to find out that there's no pop stand!?"

Johnny yell's and kick's another rock before walking away.

TheBaron looks at anthony Okay bro I get it your a bad ass. Lets just go back to the HQ and get some drinks at the bar.

Wait a minute. You been hanging with me since I arrived and you just now figured I am a bad ass? Jesus Baron, I had no idea I was being so subtle. I guess I'll have to work on that. Get in the car Johnny! Anthony looks at TheBaron. You should really call shotgun.

You wanna drive MR.Badass or shall I?

Anthony just shakes his head as he gets behind the wheel. Sometimes man, sometimes.

runs into the room, does a little dance, runs out singing YMCA