BlackJack steps the front door of the newly renovated shop. This block of land had been in his family for many generations and was originally established by the great Don BlackBlack many years ago. BlackJack had recently returned to the city of Detroit and decided that it was time to give the run down abandoned shop a facelift and re-establish the family business. He had given it a brand new fit out and a new name. A big flashy sign out the front of the shop read:

BlackJack's Shoes

For High Rolling Mobsters

BlackJack was visibly proud of his achievement and decided to mark the grand opening with a huge buy one get one free sale.

The shop was completely filled with all shoes from the latest styles and trends. BlackJack was also a very well skilled and respect shoemaker who was capable of designing and making some of the most unique and highly specialised custom shoes.

​BlackJack stood on the soapbox out the front of the shop and addressed the masses:

Dearest friends, acquaintances and other members of the public,

I hereby declare the Black bloodline shoe shop as again being open for business.

This business was originally opened by my Grandfather Don BlackBlack of Downtown, DT. Today, after the shop being closed for many years I have finally realised my dream of re-opening it.

Come one, come all, to BlackJack's Shoes - For High Rolling Mobsters. New name, same high quality shoes.

BlackJack stepped down from his soapbox and flipped the sign on the door to:

OPEN

Fry had no idea what the shop was, or what it was for, it seemed eerily empty and Fry was quite the superstitious man; why just a week ago he was sure that he had won a million dollars with the lottery, but a ghost stole his winning ticket. Oh well. Life moves on and so does Fry, but he does it slower than most. Almost so slow that one might say he never moves on. 

He couldn't allow his fears to get the best of him this time however, it was way too cold outside for that, and so he ran towards the empty building and kicked in the door with all of his might before realizing it wasn't locked at all. He trips and takes flight into a few boxes filled with suits - while rubbing his head he notices that the suits are actually quite nice and without thinking he begins to disrobe so he may try on one. 

"Ah. Fuck. I forgot I was wearing my smiley face pumpkin boxers today. They're so CUTE!"

and this is when the ghosts begun to speak...

"OoOoooOoooOooO such a niiiiiice shade of puuuumpkiiiiiin." 

Fry runs out without a moments notice, leaving his clothes on the ground, as a group of kids walk from the back and begin to laugh at one another. They pick up his clothes and begin to rummage around in his pockets before finding his wallet and gun, as they start divvying up the money, Fry enters from the back scared of what he may find in the main room before noticing the children. He lets off a wicked grin and begins to bang at the wall.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The teens run out scared, dropping the gun and wallet on the floor, as Fry accidentally bangs too hard at a pipe which in turn explodes; thrusting him out of the building and straight onto his ass. The entire building blowing up seconds later as he looks up at the giant puff of smoke and closes his eyes. At a time like this, its just better to sleep...