The Hamburglar and I made a trip over to Verona's house to pick up the 10Gs he owed us for a job we did a few weeks back. Verona was not happy to see us.
"Ay, man, I ain't got your money."
"That's not good, homeboy. How much do you think we could get for that stereo, 'Burgs?"
But he couldn't answer. Verona's pit bull had jumped on his chest and was making a move for his neck. I pulled out my double deuce, and shot it in the back of the head, killing it instantly.
"It looks like somebody missed snack time."
"Robble robble, robble robble..."
"Yeah, maybe you should've fed it a snack wrap, Senor Verona. Now let's get that TV unhooked. I can get at least a G for that."
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