. ⌖ THE BOY WALKED in his home only to find a man with greased back hair sitting on his deceased mother's favorite rocking chair. between his lips was a brown, italian cigar. in his hand was a gun , , ' YOU KNOW THE DRILL, LUCCINI . ' said the man in between long draws of his cancer stick.
' WHERE IS THE DAMN MONEY THAT YOU OWE ? YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO ANSWER CORRECTLY . 'a soft whine came from the man who stood , his arms wrapped around himself as fear displayed itself onto his features , , ' i don't know . '
the individual in the chair rolled his head back and groaned . ' WRONG ANSWER . '&&. ˢᵉˣᵐᵒⁿᵉʸᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢᵈⁱᵉ * BANG BANG
my baby shot me down ) ! ¡