In the mood for the Hood

The Hood needs Food Pt. 2

Ben looked at the big man with complete and utter fear in which he tried to hide.

"Ey! Big Papa! What's gotcha looking for me eh friend? Need a drink? A bitch? We got all of those right here!" Said Ben to his colossal guest.

"Dontchu be playing games with me you lanky ass bitch, Ill cave your head in ya hear?" yelled back the big heap of meat. "You know I'm here for the fucking food you stole from the hood you piece of shit!" shouted the meat man, drawing a gun out on Ben.

"Hey Big Papa don't be that waaaay, you and me go way back you know what I mean? My own hood needed food so I had to take a part of yours! It's how friendships right?" Spat out Ben quickly trying to save his sorry ass.

What were Mark, Albert and Nick up to this whole time? Well they were trying to sneak out the back like the little back stabbing bitches they are.

"Dont you say that bullshit to my face Ben, you fucking took everything, we need our fucking children man!" yelled out menacingly the butcher's nightmare named Big Papa.

You might be wondering where does the "man" named Big Papa and his 4 lackeys come from? Well they come from the Food Hood, a hood made out of living, breathing, talking food. These 5 men were no exception to that, all of them being some form of meat or another, they all shared one trait though, they were all massive and humanoid shaped. Ben being the genius he is, decided to steal the babies of the this specific hood, consisting of rib-eyes, tenderloins, fruits and even some vegetables. Now what Big Papa wanted from Ben was these babies back. Unfortunately for Big Papa, Ben had already giving them out and to his own hood named Dude Hood, for them to consume.

"Imma count to fucking 10, and if I don't see my hood's babies, I'mma fucking pop yo sorry ass." Big papa started his count down but had to stop because someone seemed to have blown his head off with a shotgun.

"I like mine medium-rare!" Shouted Albert, loading his shotgun.

The four lackeys threw the tables in front of them and started shooting at Nick, Albert and Marcus, who had their own table covers. Ben dove to the other side in a sort of dolphin dive, but more closely resembling a duck who had been shot mid-flight.

"Need a hand, partner?" said Marc, giving Ben a hand for him to stand then handing him a revolver with which to shoot.

After about 15 minutes, all that remained of Big Papa's lackeys was minced meat and so a celebratory cocaine shot, alcohol shot, heroine shot and any other drug shot was to be had. Ben cheered, celebrating by eating the last meat baby they had in the party, Big Papa's own son.