Set in the 1920s through present time, a young mobster named Joey is set to take down the opposing gang that's been causing trouble. Through a comedic and crack induced adventure, you will fall in love with Joey and the friends that help him.
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Tortilla and Beyoncé laid sprawled across the couch. They had just finished snorting a shit load of LSD, after waiting a long while for Joey to arrive.
"When is that bitch coming." Tortilla asked, annoyed. She poured a whole liter of Fireball into a vase and began chugging it down.
Beyoncé looked down at her Gucci watch that Joey gifted her. "It's 6:50 am. He was supposed to come 7 hours ago." The two whores sipped their drinks as they counted their newly made money from their drug cartel.
"GIRLS!" Joey bursted into their crappy apartment with blood shot eyes. "I HAVE TEA." He sprinted to the living room and sat down on the floor. Criss Cross Apple Sauce.
Beyoncé and Tortilla looked Joey in the eyes and spoke at the same time. "Spill."
"I'll get the snacks." Beyoncé waddled to the kitchen while Joey and Tortilla sat on the floor. Criss Cross Apple Sauce.
"First of all," Tortilla began. "Why are you high?"
Joey smirked and chuckled like a dumbass. "I injected a ton of heroin. Like a literal TON."
Tortilla smirked and chuckled like a dumbass as well. "Nice"
"And why are you two high?" Joey asked.
"We snorted LSD." Tortilla replied, proudly.
Beyoncé returned to the living room with the refreshments and food. She passed out gallons of gasoline and packets of mechanical pencil lead.
"Mmhmhmmh🤩🤤 yummy🤤🤤😊 dinner #blessed 🤗🤩😊🙏 and #gr8ful 🤗😊🤭😆😔" Joey and Tortilla licked their lips. Yes. They licked each other's lips.
"So. Spill the tea bitch." Beyoncé gulped her drink. The three crackheads sat on the floor, Criss Cross Apple Sauce, sipping their gasoline and eating lead like licorice. They all looked like this:
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"Have you guys ever heard of-" Joey lowered his tone as he took a bite of the lead. "The rats of limbo?"
Beyoncé and Tortilla gasped.
"The rats of limbo?" Tortilla asked. "That awful gang killed one of my sugar daddies."
Joey sighed. "Yes, they're vicious. But George lopez created a plan to take them down."
Beyoncé and Tortilla nodded, very willing to help. "Spill the tea, sis."
Joey cleared his throat and began speaking. "The leader of The rats of limbo is a man called 'Short Rene Zambooka'. He's an old man, maybe in his 70s. He's very short; that's where he got his street name."
"Where does the zambooka come from?" Beyoncé asked.
"Nobody knows..." Joey replied ominously. The girls got shivers. "Anyways, there are two people he trusts with his life. A man called Fat R, and a young woman known as Nimki Minjaj."
"Nimki Minjaj?" Tortilla asked. She hummed in concentration.
"I know that name from somewhere..." Beyoncé stated.
Tortilla nodded in agreement.
"Anyways-" Joey continued. "George Lopez told me to use my godly good looks to seduce Nimki Minjaj. We will take her back to headquarters and eliminate her."
Tortilla and Beyoncé's face made an 'o'.
Before Joey and the girls could continue their conversation, the door fell down due to a strong force.
A group of three unknown men wearing skin tight spandex shot the gasoline out of their hands.
It was the Rats of Limbo.
Before the gang could shoot Beyoncé and Tortilla, they collapsed to the floor. It was the crack.
"Wtf." Joey looked around; his two whores were useless.
In times of distress, Joey did 1 (one) thing. Rap sicko mode.
The spandex shooters stood awkwardly as Joey made strange noises, attempting to recreate Travis Scotts' masterpiece.
Of course, Sicko mode only came out in 2018. It's a mystery how Joey knows such intellectual ideas.
Without hesitating, one of the members of the rats of limbo smacked Joey right in the face. He got knocked out immediately. But it wasn't the punch. It was the heroin.
George Lopez's plan had failed and the rats of limbo took Joey hostage. To be continued...
