Post by The Diaz Brothers on Dec 4, 2013 20:54:22 GMT -5
Jorge and Darius were in New York for a day, for Juan's funeral. They were getting dressed, it was a rainy, foggy day. Darius would complain every five minutes that he doesn't understand modern bestiality, as he calls it.
Jorge: We got an hour...
Darius: I always thought that crazy duck of your's would die in the war, instead of some disease taking him down. But how did you not know?
Jorge: I don't know, he would always act normal..
Darius helped Jorge with his tie and they headed out the door. When the radio turned on, Darius would scream, he was horrified when he saw people on their smartphones, and thought that TV's were people imprisoned inside flat cases, and when the case changes, their sentence would be over.
When they arrived at the funeral Darius went along and talked with his friend Bill, who looked alot like Mod Duece...
Darius: You won't believe all this! They have these cases, which would have people imprisoned inside, and when the "show" would end, either they would be dead, killed, or sent to a secret room. They must have shrunk them to get them inside! They also have these plastic brain like things that you can touch, and even speak through it to other people across the world! And even these machines inside the cars, which would speak and sing to you!
Jorge: Darius....Darius...DARIUS! Shut your mouth, its about to start...
Juan's brother, Marco went up. He spoke for about half an hour about Juan's childhood. Jorge really hated that man, and his hate grew alot more after Sunday...
Marco: I remember when I was 7... Juan would go to the corner store, and he would walk in. "What up fuck you nigga!" Is what he would say to the cashier, because well he knew zero English. The guy would chase us out and Juan would always steal something.
Jorge would always laugh at Marco's stories.
Marco: Juan, was a great man...and today, is his day.
Everyone would get up and stand in a line, and would go give the body of Juan a kiss on the cheek and a final saying for him, a memory and something they loved about him.
Darius: Juan, remember in the Vietnam war when you and I ran like two decapitated bitches running for cover... Juan, you were one funny man, I gotta give you that partner...
Jorge walked up...
Juan looked pretty different but, dead people change, or that's what he thought...
Jorge: Dad, I love you, and thank you for your service in the army... and I will say that you could cook....
Jorge walked out of the church doors, leaving Darius behind. His phone rang.
Distorted Voice: Hello, Jorge....I know something that you don't know... And you know me, but I know more about you than anybody else.....
Jorge: Who is this, where are you.
Then it came to Jorge's mind.
Distorted Voice: I know something about your dad...
Jorge: I don't know who you are....but I will find you...
Distorted Voice: Shut the fuck up! Taking lines from a movie, really, all you must know is...well.....find me if you can!
An evil laugh was heard in the background as the call ended.
Darius: Hey come on partner! Lets gather all around in my home, its about thirteen to fourteen hours away from here!
Jorge: You guys can go, my stay here is going to, be extended a little...
Darius: Just don't forget how to milk a cow!
Jorge called a cab, and went to a motel, remembering about the man that he was supposed to kill... Mori Chellic
Jorge had some investigating to do....
Jorge layed down in the bed, of the room the motel had offered him. He tried to remember the place he accidentally blew up....
Thoguhts: Queens...QUEENS!
Jorge ran out the door and ran across the street to the nearest car dealer, he bought the cheapest crappiest car there... a yellow yugo...
He drove to Marco's job, where he gives tours of New York in helicopters.
Marco: What do you want? Kill me?
Jorge: No, I need your help. Do you by any way know Mori Chellic?
Marco: Yes! That guy is a rich fuck who owns a gang called the Morning Star, and lives in Manhattan, a penthouse thats.. ooh! So big, I borrowed money fr-
Jorge: I know, so did my dad, but did you say..penthouse
Marco: yes...
Jorge: So I want you to..does he by any way have a pool?
Marco: Yes!
Jorge: So fly me over, and I will jump down and kill the fuck... I didn't kill him when Juan told me too...
Marco: Your, crazy..... I like that. Come!
They were flying over the penthouse.
Marco: We'll jump when your ready!
Jorge: Ready!
Jorge: Why the fuck! Would you do this, naked?
Marco: It doesn't matter just go downstairs and kill Mori.
Jorge ran through the halls stabbing the Morning Star, and shooting the others. He ran down the stairs grabbed one of the Morning Stars and use him as a human shield, until he reached Mori's room. Mori was running through the emergency stairs and Jorge had to fight five men with assault rifles. One pistol vs five assault rifles, good luck Jorge. Jorge ducked behind a wall and they all shot, he was sweating like crazy, then...BOOM! Shotgun Marco shot the bastards.
Marco: Quick! Go in the room! Get a bullet proof vest thingy, and go get Mori! Quick!
Jorge: This is way easier than WCF!!!
Jorge did so running while the Morning Star were taking cover, when he went inside, he saw....Juan. Juan tied up in a chair, screaming through a cloth in his mouth. Jorge grabbed some ammo.
Jorge: Sorry dad, Marco! Come get Juan, he's not dead!
Marco: I don't believe you but if you say so!
Jorge ran up the stairs, and Marco continued to shoot the Morning Star. He went to the roof, where Mori was with a mini gun.
Jorge: Shit...those are real!
Jorge ran at Mori, Mori hit the trigger, the gun loaded up and Jorge tackled Mori off the roof. Mori fell off the roof. But he shouted his last words, clearly... The place is rigged to blow, motherfucker!
Jorge grabbed his phone and called Marco.
Marco: What?
Jorge: Get Juan! The place is rigged to blow!
Marco ran to Juan grabbed him and took the elevator down. Next to him was Jay Z....
Jay Z: Well, you looked fucked up....want some pizza, fried chicken and kool-aid? And why are you naked?
Marco: One, no. Two, because I felt like it. Three, your fucking awesome now goodbye, oh and this place is gonna blow-
Jay Z: Nigga, should of said so!!!
Jay pushed Marco out of the way and ran out the door, and Marco picked up Juan and dragged him out of the door.
Jorge: FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUU!!!!
Jorge running down the stairs, ran out of the door and asked Marco a question. Where is the helicopter?
Marco: I don't know....the sea..
Jorge: Well...lets take a cab home.
Marco and Jorge walked off with Juan on Jorge's back. Jorge pulled out his phone and played "Real Men Don't Look At Explosions" as the penthouse blew up.
Juan: R.I.P gringos...
Jorge: We got an hour...
Darius: I always thought that crazy duck of your's would die in the war, instead of some disease taking him down. But how did you not know?
Jorge: I don't know, he would always act normal..
Darius helped Jorge with his tie and they headed out the door. When the radio turned on, Darius would scream, he was horrified when he saw people on their smartphones, and thought that TV's were people imprisoned inside flat cases, and when the case changes, their sentence would be over.
When they arrived at the funeral Darius went along and talked with his friend Bill, who looked alot like Mod Duece...
Darius: You won't believe all this! They have these cases, which would have people imprisoned inside, and when the "show" would end, either they would be dead, killed, or sent to a secret room. They must have shrunk them to get them inside! They also have these plastic brain like things that you can touch, and even speak through it to other people across the world! And even these machines inside the cars, which would speak and sing to you!
Jorge: Darius....Darius...DARIUS! Shut your mouth, its about to start...
Juan's brother, Marco went up. He spoke for about half an hour about Juan's childhood. Jorge really hated that man, and his hate grew alot more after Sunday...
Marco: I remember when I was 7... Juan would go to the corner store, and he would walk in. "What up fuck you nigga!" Is what he would say to the cashier, because well he knew zero English. The guy would chase us out and Juan would always steal something.
Jorge would always laugh at Marco's stories.
Marco: Juan, was a great man...and today, is his day.
Everyone would get up and stand in a line, and would go give the body of Juan a kiss on the cheek and a final saying for him, a memory and something they loved about him.
Darius: Juan, remember in the Vietnam war when you and I ran like two decapitated bitches running for cover... Juan, you were one funny man, I gotta give you that partner...
Jorge walked up...
Juan looked pretty different but, dead people change, or that's what he thought...
Jorge: Dad, I love you, and thank you for your service in the army... and I will say that you could cook....
Jorge walked out of the church doors, leaving Darius behind. His phone rang.
Distorted Voice: Hello, Jorge....I know something that you don't know... And you know me, but I know more about you than anybody else.....
Jorge: Who is this, where are you.
Then it came to Jorge's mind.
Distorted Voice: I know something about your dad...
Jorge: I don't know who you are....but I will find you...
Distorted Voice: Shut the fuck up! Taking lines from a movie, really, all you must know is...well.....find me if you can!
An evil laugh was heard in the background as the call ended.
Darius: Hey come on partner! Lets gather all around in my home, its about thirteen to fourteen hours away from here!
Jorge: You guys can go, my stay here is going to, be extended a little...
Darius: Just don't forget how to milk a cow!
Jorge called a cab, and went to a motel, remembering about the man that he was supposed to kill... Mori Chellic
Jorge had some investigating to do....
Jorge layed down in the bed, of the room the motel had offered him. He tried to remember the place he accidentally blew up....
Thoguhts: Queens...QUEENS!
Jorge ran out the door and ran across the street to the nearest car dealer, he bought the cheapest crappiest car there... a yellow yugo...
He drove to Marco's job, where he gives tours of New York in helicopters.
Marco: What do you want? Kill me?
Jorge: No, I need your help. Do you by any way know Mori Chellic?
Marco: Yes! That guy is a rich fuck who owns a gang called the Morning Star, and lives in Manhattan, a penthouse thats.. ooh! So big, I borrowed money fr-
Jorge: I know, so did my dad, but did you say..penthouse
Marco: yes...
Jorge: So I want you to..does he by any way have a pool?
Marco: Yes!
Jorge: So fly me over, and I will jump down and kill the fuck... I didn't kill him when Juan told me too...
Marco: Your, crazy..... I like that. Come!
They were flying over the penthouse.
Marco: We'll jump when your ready!
Jorge: Ready!
Jorge: Why the fuck! Would you do this, naked?
Marco: It doesn't matter just go downstairs and kill Mori.
Jorge ran through the halls stabbing the Morning Star, and shooting the others. He ran down the stairs grabbed one of the Morning Stars and use him as a human shield, until he reached Mori's room. Mori was running through the emergency stairs and Jorge had to fight five men with assault rifles. One pistol vs five assault rifles, good luck Jorge. Jorge ducked behind a wall and they all shot, he was sweating like crazy, then...BOOM! Shotgun Marco shot the bastards.
Marco: Quick! Go in the room! Get a bullet proof vest thingy, and go get Mori! Quick!
Jorge: This is way easier than WCF!!!
Jorge did so running while the Morning Star were taking cover, when he went inside, he saw....Juan. Juan tied up in a chair, screaming through a cloth in his mouth. Jorge grabbed some ammo.
Jorge: Sorry dad, Marco! Come get Juan, he's not dead!
Marco: I don't believe you but if you say so!
Jorge ran up the stairs, and Marco continued to shoot the Morning Star. He went to the roof, where Mori was with a mini gun.
Jorge: Shit...those are real!
Jorge ran at Mori, Mori hit the trigger, the gun loaded up and Jorge tackled Mori off the roof. Mori fell off the roof. But he shouted his last words, clearly... The place is rigged to blow, motherfucker!
Jorge grabbed his phone and called Marco.
Marco: What?
Jorge: Get Juan! The place is rigged to blow!
Marco ran to Juan grabbed him and took the elevator down. Next to him was Jay Z....
Jay Z: Well, you looked fucked up....want some pizza, fried chicken and kool-aid? And why are you naked?
Marco: One, no. Two, because I felt like it. Three, your fucking awesome now goodbye, oh and this place is gonna blow-
Jay Z: Nigga, should of said so!!!
Jay pushed Marco out of the way and ran out the door, and Marco picked up Juan and dragged him out of the door.
Jorge: FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUU!!!!
Jorge running down the stairs, ran out of the door and asked Marco a question. Where is the helicopter?
Marco: I don't know....the sea..
Jorge: Well...lets take a cab home.
Marco and Jorge walked off with Juan on Jorge's back. Jorge pulled out his phone and played "Real Men Don't Look At Explosions" as the penthouse blew up.
Juan: R.I.P gringos...
