In the mood for the Hood

The Good Hood

Our heroes sat around their meeting table, staring at each other blankly in the eyes, they were thinking. You see meetings in the hood consist of 30 minutes of solid, clear free thinking about the subject given. Then there are another 30 minutes of thinking, only difference being you have to be high during these minutes of thinking. Finally they discuss what they thought about the subject in the timespan of an hour, make a written contract and sign it with blood. After all that's done, everyone must pass around a syringe filled with a mysterious drug in which only one person in the hood knows what it consists of. They inject, pass to the next till everyone's had a shot. Finally they stagger out of the way, completely delusional. Right now Ben and his comrades were in the second 30 minutes in which the subject was "What to do with the Good Hood?" The Good Hood was the gayest of all the hoods, they were fucking pussies who stood up for what was right or some shit. They were also the Dude Hood's sworn enemies and so the want for a gang-fight was ever present in the inhabitants of the Dude Hood.

Just as the 30 minutes of the second period were ending, some asshole broke the door down. Everyone turned to face the man, who's only discernible feature because of the darkness of the room was his many bling. They turned on the lights and saw a man with a woman.

"Yo muthafuckas, I heard you deciding what to do with them Good Hood guys." spoke out the mysterious man, who upon closer inspection was wearing sonic related bling.
"Name's Faroche, but you can call me Farookie, and this bitch over here is named Malia."  continued Farookie.

Malia waved and everything was fine until our team of gangsters saw her face.

"Oh, what the fuck man." Said Mark as if reading everyone's thoughts.

"Ah yes, I had to sew her mouth up because she wouldn't shut the fuck up." Farookie pulled the chain he had around Malia with anger. "She's better now, right Malia?"

Malia nodded quickly with fear. The crew decided to not ask any questions regarding morality or sanity and to go back to the topic at hand.

"Anyways, whatchu got too offer, Farookie?" asked Marcus with curiousity.

"Plenty of weapons to offer but most importantly, I also have a crew." Farookie smiled mischievously as he said that last part.

"We got our own crew right here, Marcus, Albert, Nate and myself Ben, we all we need homie." said Ben defiantly.

"You're attacking an entire hood, you'll need more in your team, including me and Malia, I have three more to offer." continued Farookie, trying hard to persuade our gallant heroes.

"Fine, show us the weapons and the men, and we'll see." said Ben, compromising with Farookie.

Farookie nodded and he took them out their meeting table and into a large warehouse, where three people stood waiting for our protagonists as trophies.

"They'll do." says Ben.