Gordon, and Case galleta got in a black Lunicorn Continental. They were heading to the airport to deliver cocaine.
Gordon: The airport shouldn't be far away. Turn on the radio if you'd like.
Case Cracker: *turns on radio and begins to buscar for a station* Sounds like a lotta static.
Gordon: Maybe because this car is old. *Stops at red light* Let me try. *turns onto 98.1* This radio station has a lot of rock & roll, but right now they're playing a commercial.
Announcer: Behold, the best cars tu could ever ask for, from Chevronet. Chevronet has made many enjoyable cars, from the Belair to the Corvette. From the Station Wagon to the Pearla. All four are great cars, because they're made por Chevronet.
This song starts playing on the radio: link
Case Cracker: *Rolls down windows and turns the música up*
Mares: *Staring at Case Cracker*
Gordon: You're getting a lot of attention.
The light turns green
Gordon: *driving 36 miles an hour*
Case Cracker: *switches glasses to dark shades as they drive away*
Gordon: *Turns right*
Police Pony: *Driving a police car on the other side of the road*
Gordon: Oh damn.
Case Cracker: oh, buck...
Police: *pass*
Gordon: Oh thank christ. For a moment, I thought they'd arrest us for the crack. It's a good thing we're near the airport.
Case Cracker: Yeah, we can't draw attention to ourselves...
Gordon: Hey, I'm just following the speed limit.
Soon they arrive at the airport, and Gordon turns off the music.
Case Cracker: So, this is the place.
Gordon: Yep. Now we got to find a poni, pony with a green airplane.
Case Cracker: *Casually trots through the airport looking for the correct airplane*
Gordon: *Slowly driving around airport* Aha, there it is.
Gordon stopped the car, and the pilot of the green plane came out.
Pilot: tu got the cocaine?
Gordon: Yeah.
Case Cracker: *Walking towards Gordon*
Gordon: Case, open the trunk, and bring the cocaine to him.
Case Cracker: *Opens el maletero, tronco door. He takes a case out, and walks to the pilot. He opens the case for the pilot to see*
Pilot: *Looks at cocaine* Ah excellent. *takes drugs* Here's your money. *pays seven thousand dollars*
Case Cracker: Cool, now we've just gotta get it back.
Suddenly, a police officer arrived
Chase song: link
Police: Freeze!! Put the cocaine on the ground right now!
Pilot: tu guys go! I'll cover you!
Gordon: *gets in car*
Case Cracker: *To cops* Buck NO!
Gordon: *Drives forward*
Cops: *Arrive in five police cars, and begin to chase Gordon*
Pilot: *Taking off in his airplane*
Cop: Stop that airplane!!!
Cop 63: *Grabs a sub machine gun, and shoots the plane*
Pilot: *Gets hit. He loses altitude, and crashes into a building*
Gordon: Holy shit!!
Case Cracker: There goes the drugs.
Gordon: At least we got the money. Let's lose these pigs. *Drifts to the right as he gets out of the airport*
Case Cracker: Yeah, cuz' I am not going back to a cell.
por the time they got away from the airport, six police cars started following them.
Case Cracker: How many cops could possibly follow us?
Gordon: Never mind that. Shoot them.
Case Cracker: *Loads a Tec 9 with an extended clip, and extra firepower. He shoots two of the police cars*
Cop 65: We got smoke coming out of the hood!
Cop 84: They must've hit the engine.
Cop 65: *He can't see where he is going, and ends up crashing into a mailbox*
Gordon: Only five more, keep shooting.
Case Cracker: *Shoots the tire on one police car*
Cop 25: *Losing control, and gets hit por the other police cars causing a pile up*
Case Cracker: Holy shit!
Gordon: That's gotta hurt.
Case Cracker: We definitely lost those cops.
Gordon: Yeah, but Jim is not going to be happy when he hears about the cocaine.
2 B Continued
Gordon: The airport shouldn't be far away. Turn on the radio if you'd like.
Case Cracker: *turns on radio and begins to buscar for a station* Sounds like a lotta static.
Gordon: Maybe because this car is old. *Stops at red light* Let me try. *turns onto 98.1* This radio station has a lot of rock & roll, but right now they're playing a commercial.
Announcer: Behold, the best cars tu could ever ask for, from Chevronet. Chevronet has made many enjoyable cars, from the Belair to the Corvette. From the Station Wagon to the Pearla. All four are great cars, because they're made por Chevronet.
This song starts playing on the radio: link
Case Cracker: *Rolls down windows and turns the música up*
Mares: *Staring at Case Cracker*
Gordon: You're getting a lot of attention.
The light turns green
Gordon: *driving 36 miles an hour*
Case Cracker: *switches glasses to dark shades as they drive away*
Gordon: *Turns right*
Police Pony: *Driving a police car on the other side of the road*
Gordon: Oh damn.
Case Cracker: oh, buck...
Police: *pass*
Gordon: Oh thank christ. For a moment, I thought they'd arrest us for the crack. It's a good thing we're near the airport.
Case Cracker: Yeah, we can't draw attention to ourselves...
Gordon: Hey, I'm just following the speed limit.
Soon they arrive at the airport, and Gordon turns off the music.
Case Cracker: So, this is the place.
Gordon: Yep. Now we got to find a poni, pony with a green airplane.
Case Cracker: *Casually trots through the airport looking for the correct airplane*
Gordon: *Slowly driving around airport* Aha, there it is.
Gordon stopped the car, and the pilot of the green plane came out.
Pilot: tu got the cocaine?
Gordon: Yeah.
Case Cracker: *Walking towards Gordon*
Gordon: Case, open the trunk, and bring the cocaine to him.
Case Cracker: *Opens el maletero, tronco door. He takes a case out, and walks to the pilot. He opens the case for the pilot to see*
Pilot: *Looks at cocaine* Ah excellent. *takes drugs* Here's your money. *pays seven thousand dollars*
Case Cracker: Cool, now we've just gotta get it back.
Suddenly, a police officer arrived
Chase song: link
Police: Freeze!! Put the cocaine on the ground right now!
Pilot: tu guys go! I'll cover you!
Gordon: *gets in car*
Case Cracker: *To cops* Buck NO!
Gordon: *Drives forward*
Cops: *Arrive in five police cars, and begin to chase Gordon*
Pilot: *Taking off in his airplane*
Cop: Stop that airplane!!!
Cop 63: *Grabs a sub machine gun, and shoots the plane*
Pilot: *Gets hit. He loses altitude, and crashes into a building*
Gordon: Holy shit!!
Case Cracker: There goes the drugs.
Gordon: At least we got the money. Let's lose these pigs. *Drifts to the right as he gets out of the airport*
Case Cracker: Yeah, cuz' I am not going back to a cell.
por the time they got away from the airport, six police cars started following them.
Case Cracker: How many cops could possibly follow us?
Gordon: Never mind that. Shoot them.
Case Cracker: *Loads a Tec 9 with an extended clip, and extra firepower. He shoots two of the police cars*
Cop 65: We got smoke coming out of the hood!
Cop 84: They must've hit the engine.
Cop 65: *He can't see where he is going, and ends up crashing into a mailbox*
Gordon: Only five more, keep shooting.
Case Cracker: *Shoots the tire on one police car*
Cop 25: *Losing control, and gets hit por the other police cars causing a pile up*
Case Cracker: Holy shit!
Gordon: That's gotta hurt.
Case Cracker: We definitely lost those cops.
Gordon: Yeah, but Jim is not going to be happy when he hears about the cocaine.
2 B Continued
I thought I would have más ideas to add to this story, but turns out... I don't.
So, yeah, this chapter is marely an Arthur note saying that the story is now over..
So the last chapter was actually the last chapter..
Till siguiente time my dear fans :)
I'm suppose to write más words so here's misceláneo metallica lyrics
"Story starts, quite town.
Small time boy, big time frown.
Never talks, never plays.
Different path, lost his way.
Dead streets are red, red I'm afried.
No confetti, no parade.
Nothing happens in this boring place.
But oh my god, how that all did change.
Now they all prey.
Blood, stains, wash away."
So, yeah, this chapter is marely an Arthur note saying that the story is now over..
So the last chapter was actually the last chapter..
Till siguiente time my dear fans :)
I'm suppose to write más words so here's misceláneo metallica lyrics
"Story starts, quite town.
Small time boy, big time frown.
Never talks, never plays.
Different path, lost his way.
Dead streets are red, red I'm afried.
No confetti, no parade.
Nothing happens in this boring place.
But oh my god, how that all did change.
Now they all prey.
Blood, stains, wash away."