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| Wrong Answer | Started by: WhitePunkOnDope on Oct 31, '16 04:06 |
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If there was a way to cancel out fear, this guy certainly didn't know about it. I had him and his friends down on there knees, on the sand, while my boys tied their hands behind their backs. I was holding a shovel, but you already know where this is going. I had questions I wanted answered, and one way or another they were gonna talk. Most of my business deals had been reported to the feds, and I seemed to be making the papers a little too often these days. This wasn't good for business. With me was Fist-O-Pain, Salvatore_Maranzano and Vinnieboombatz. I trusted each of them to help me on this thing. They knew me better than most, and I wasn't going to let this thing lie. Time to go to work, and get some answers from these cocksuckers. I begin to pace from one side of the line, back to the other. I was lightly swinging about the shovel, in a menacing sort of way. It was enough to put the fear into myself, let alone someone else. This was it, to announce myself. "You all know who I am. But I don't know you" "That being said, I know of you. I know what you've done. The problem is, I don't know what you've been saying, or who you've been saying it to" I point the shovel at the middle guys face, and I direct my question straight at him. "Who have you been talking to?" He didn't answer, but he spat at the ground, at my shoes. I lift the shovel over my head, then I bring it crashing down with such brute force, that when it connected with the guys head, it made an indent and his eyeball popped out. "Wrong answer. Let's try again" I moved to the man on the left, right at the end of the line. I pointed the shovel in his face and he begins crying, the sweat pouring off his face. He was shaking that much that he looked as if he would piss himself there and then on the spot. "What have you been saying?" He remained silent, and I lifted the shovel above my head once again. Before I could throw it back down, he began begging - pleading with me. I let the shovel fall back down and split the guys head in half. Wrong answer. |
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The body stood there for a moment on it's knees before it fell to the ground with a Thud. Blood came gushing out splattering Fist's shoes. He looked over at WhitePunkOnDope slightly annoyed, he was going to throw his new shoes away after this and buy a new pair. He did though admired his technique. He walked up to WPOD and whispered in his ear, "You owe me $100 for my shoes but it's cool I'll talk to you later you have a thing going on here, I understand that. Just make sure we get what we want." He didn't know what exactly his plan was to get these guys to talk...However he was intrigued to see how WPOD was going to handle this situation. |
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| Reply by: Fist-O-Pain at Oct 31, '16 16:16 | |
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