The obscenely gigantic and imposing man known only as ADEBISI strides through the front door of Fitzgerald's Hardware Store. He would normally shove anybody in front of him out of his way, however it is not neccesary. ADEBISI's reputation has already begun to spread throughout the cities, and the store's customers know to move out of the way when they see him coming. He approaches the counter as Mr. Fitzgerald trembles in fear, beads of sweat forming on his bald brow.

"Geeva to me money from regista"

"Yes I will give you what I have. It's been a slow day, Adebisi. My register is low sir. I have no money to spare."

"You need to pay for protection."

Fitzgerald is all too familiar with this routine. Despite the fact that his store is in a nice neighborhood, he must pay for protection, and the monster standing before him was the person he neded protection from

"Adebisi, please. I just paid you for protection. It was just three minutes ago! Three minutes and twenty-one seconds to be exact! How can I make any money to pay you if you're constantly in here scaring my customers away?"

ADEBISI is unphased. He puts his massive hand out to Mr. Fitzgerald. "Geeva it to me." Reluctantly, Fitzgerald pays.

Success! You grabbed yourself $313

As always, ADEBISI puts the rest aside for tribute.

"Geeva to me a hamma" ADEBISI says. Fitzgerald fetches one from the shelf and hand it to him. Suddenly ADEBISI grabs Fitzgerald by his wrist. Holding the shop owner's hand to the counter, ADEBISI uses all the might in his muscular arm and begins hammering Fitzgerald's hand repeatedly. Angrily. Fitzgeral shrieks in agony as he helplessly listens to the sound of his own bones being pulverized by his own hammer. When there is nothing of substance left to his hand, ADEBISI finally stops as Fitzgerald rolls around his shop floor clutching at what used to be his hand

"Why Adebisi! Why have you done this to me!"

"Shut da FUCK UP! Stop crying like beech. This my farewell to you. I no longa need your protection money. I move onto bigger and better thing"

ADEBISI exits the store for the last time. Muscles twitching and eyes enraged, ADEBISI lets out a loud guttural roar and heads to the post office

what a funny story and so true.

man you have to write some more of this enjoyable storys.

Pawsy is sitting in his cigar shop in Philly, reading a newspaper, when he comes across an article about a "Hulk-like" mobster was rumored to have destroyed the hand of a shopowner in Sin City.  Pawsy has already read many articles about him.  Suddenly, he hears a faint growl in the distance.  He looks up, seeing nobody there.  Pawsy then continues to read the newspaper, pretending he never had heard that faint noise.

Hahaha. That is hilarious. I can't wait for the prostitution and bank threads.

Cool story

lemme guess the next.. knockouting the post office manage?

great story Adebisi....i cant wait for the others one comin`

Standing in the corner of Fitzgerald's Hardware Store, calmly planning his attack, is Saint_Lucky. He considers the scene in front of him and wonders at why people think him lucky. Luck has nothing to do with his ability to stay under the radar. It was his slow, careful planning that helped him in this underworld of crime.

After careful consideration and thought, Lucky decides that his own success is somewhat contingent on the strong, obvious attacks of others. As he exits the store, abandoning his attempt to scope it out, the truth of the phrase hits him, and he mutters, "It takes all sorts..."

I enjoyed this story very much, Adebisi. Still chuckling AngelicDemon continues on her way.