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"Okay, so here's the deal. Jimmy and Randal, you go around back. Thomas and Dillon, you guys are gonna sweep in through
the sides. And all the rest of us are gonna storm in through the front. We're gonna get Squirrelly McSquirrelson if it's the
last thing I do."
But alas, Squirrelly McSquirrelson was no where to be found. They tore his drug-running warehouse to the ground, high
and low. No sign of him. But there is another...
It was Peter Possum! He was rarely seen in mid-day, let alone mid-night. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever
seen him. Ever. He deviously lurks in the shadows, awaiting his helpless pray. But this time, they saw him.
Being smart, they shot the fuck out of there.
The next day, Thomas Jackson III made a statement on live television.
"I know you're out there watching, Squirrelly McSquirrelson. So you listen here. I'm going to get you motherfucker. I'm
going to get you."
Later that night, they came into an encounter.
"Thomas Jackson III, what da fuck is you doin' on my side of da hood nigga I done told you fo` da last time. You come
over here you gon get fucked up. You ain't listen to me mothafucka YOU AINT LISTENIN! You got heat, nigga?!"
"We meet at last, Squirrelly McSquirrelson. You die tonight!!!"
Thomas Jackson III proceeded to shoot off Squirrelly's unnaturally large bag of nuts, the main source of intimidation.
But alas, Squirrelly was determined not to give up...
To Be Continued...
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