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California
Muscle and Little J nhad concrete evidence that Mr. Antonio Montana
was a steroid and growth hormone kingpin drug dealer. Before going to
the police the duo decided to return the camera to the pawn shop
since it was no longer needed and all the information was stored on
the memory card of the device anyway. After receiving their 10
dollars back Cali and Little J decided to get something to eat.
Unfortunately,
it's hard to satisfy a bodybuilder with just 10 bucks when it came
down to food. Muscle worshipers have notorious eating habits and
suffer from different disorders. The most obvious one is that
bodybuilders refuse to eat something that is not rich in protein
which is the muscle building macro nutrient. The more of it in your
diet – the better. It was already 10 p.m. and the only opened
placed was an Arabic restaurant selling mostly falafel sandwiches.
With 10 dollars one could buy exactly two of those. For Little J and
California Muscle this was better than nothing, even though Cali was
trying to imagine that he was eating lean chicken breast while
chewing his falafels. After the re-load the two men headed straight
to the local police department in order to present the fresh evidence
they've obtained.
'Hello.
We are hear to put a drug kingpin behind bars.', said California
Muscle to the first police officers he saw in the station.
'Ha-ha-ha!
Nice try!', replied the police officer and continued to list through
the Facebook photos of his ex-girlfriend.
'I am
dead fucking serious! Stupid trash with a badge!', said California
Muscle whose stomach was feeling raped by the recently ingested
sandwich. The heartburn was serious.
'Ok.
The door at the end of the hall is where you can submit a complain
about drug related issues.', answered the police officer who was
already feeling depressed by the fact that his former girlfriend has
uploaded a selfie of her and a new man. The cop was about to kill
himself. By the looks of it suicide by Facebook seemed like a cool
way go. 'Maybe I will receive a lot of likes if I post my death wish
on my Facebook wall.', was thinking the cop – but that's a whole
different story.
California
Muscle knocked at the door at the end of the hall.
'Come
in.', {girly voice}. The man in question was Detective Lyle
McDonald's. He was a skinny fat nerd wearing three million dollar
glasses and his room was full of research paper. Lyle was nerd
production force at it finest.
'Good
evening, sir. We are here to present concrete evidence that Antonio
Montana is a drug kingpin. In exchange for the photos we want all
charges against us dropped. Otherwise there will be no deal.', said
California Muscle while Johnny was scratching his balls through the
pocket of his pants hoping that nobody will see what he is doing.
'Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool',
said Lyle
'You
guys really made my day. Looooooooooooooool'
'Do
you really think that pictures showing how a man exchanges bottles
for money will stand in court. Come on! My 88-year-old mother knows
better than that! Go fuck yourself in the butt and leave me so that I
can do my research work.', said McDonald's.
Cali
was mad as hell. He grabbed McDonald's by the throat and was about to
crush it when a police officer came from the back and teased Cali.
Obviously, Lyle McDonald's has pressed the panic button or something
like that.
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Cali
and Little J were now in a prison cell and freedom has become an even
bigger illusion.
