In the mood for the Hood

New Crew

"Yo what's up you chicken lickin mothafuckas?" announced one of our new teammates. "And my name is Richard." Said new teammate number 2.

"Wait what?" Nate asked with utter confusion. "What's the otha nigga's name?" Asked Benjamin for Nate to the man who was clearly not black.

"I said I'm Richard, but you can call me Dick." responded Dick with annoyance.

"Not you Penis, the other fool." Shot back Ben

"Well shit Nigga, name's Thomas Cinalli, which is 100% my real name, but you guys can call me Gay Tommy."

"That's a pretty gay name." Stated Ben matter of factly.

"Yeah, it's because I really love Dick." He very homosexually makes out with Richard.

"Okay..." says Jose very slowly. Everyone stares at each other for a while making very awkward eye contact as Gay Tommy and Dick continue to make out.

"Well, you like the team I've assembled here?" Asks Farookie, with a smug smile. His hand one Malia's chain tightens as he looks at us, sort of threatening us to say yes.

"How we know these foo's aint gon pop us the second they can get their hands on some loot?" Asks Marcus the Moose.

"Ye, how we know we can trust ya!" Yells out Nate.

Farookie smiles devilishly. "You'll just have to risk it." Those words left his mouth and travelled down our champions' backs, as they shivered at the thought of ending up like Malia.

"Okay, fine we can work together," saya Ben reluctantly. "But you gotta supply our gear Farookie, only way this will work!"

"But certainly! Come along now!" says Farookie enthusiastically, starting to walk out of the warehouse leaving Tommy and Dick behind.

Ben, Nate, Mark and Jose follow Farookie towards another warehouse in which the door is locked tighter than an 8 year old's vagina. Farookie punches in a code into the keypad, he then puts his eye in the eye scanner and his dick in the hole scanner until the metal door opened.

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the armory." Introduced Farookie with pride.

The gang stood amazed at the collection of assault rifles, revolvers, pistols, bazookas, machine guns and more.

"Holy...Fuck..." quietly whispered Jose.

"It's a gun nut's dream..." marveled Marcus.

"I'm going to nut in a gun right now if you know what I mean..." said Nate with amazement.

Ben didn't even stop to hear what those 3 assholes said, he had already went running to find his ideal gun. The  3 that were left behind quickly followed suit, and rummaged through the various shelves and creates filled with weaponry. Farookie laughed as he saw these 4 buffoons jump run around in glee as if they found a stash of bananas.

"Well Ben!? What do you and your crew think!?"

Ben came out with a Smith and Wesson revolver, silver with an amazing comfort grip.

"This will do...This will do just fine..."
Answered Ben with a grin from ear to ear.