Case Cracker, Gordon, and Sam drove their cars to the bar. They sat at a mesa, tabela watching the sports channel.
Case Cracker: Know if there's a game on tonight?
Gordon: Depends. Do you like basketball?
Case Cracker: Yeah, sure I do.
Gordon: Then the Lakers are going against the Nets.
Case Cracker: Sounds good.
Sam: Alright. We'll watch the game as soon as it turns on.
Gordon: But for now, let's get drunk.
Case Cracker: Yeah.
Bartender: What will it be?
Case Cracker: Get me some whiskey.
Bartender: What about you two?
Gordon: I'll take beer.
Sam: Scotch.
Meanwhile in Alameda.
Izzy: What happened?
Mexican 35: They... We-
Izzy: You let those assholes steal our weapons! Do you know where they are now?
Mexican 35: No!
Izzy: Then find them!!
Bartender: *passes the drinks all around. The game starts with the Lakers having the ball*
Gordon: Thank you.
Case Cracker: *Drinks his whiskey*
Gordon: The Nets better win this game.
Sam: Seriously? I want the Lakers to win.
Case Cracker: I like football more, but I bet the Nets are gonna win this one.
Gordon: Thank you. Somepony finally agrees with me!
Case Cracker: *Watching the game* We've got the first basket too. *Takes a drink of his whiskey*
Gordon: *Drinking his beer*
Sam: Your team might have scored first, but the game just started.
Case Cracker: Okay.
Sam: *Drinks scotch*
Announcer: And a foul has been called on the Nets.
Case Cracker: Man, what the fuck was that bullshit?!
Sam: *Laughs*
Gordon: The referee must be fucked up or something.
Case Cracker: Must be.
Sam: *Continues drinking scotch*
Case Cracker: *Takes another drink of whiskey*
Mexicans: *Barging in with guns*
Sam: We got company.
Case Cracker: Course we do. *Takes a last drink*
Mexican 93: You are surrounded. There is no point in trying to run. Let's go.
Gordon: *Drinks beer*
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: *Walking towards Gordon* I said let's go!
Gordon: Wait for it.
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: Hey, I'm talking to you dipshit!
Gordon: *Smashes cerveja bottle, and sticks it in Mexican's face. He holds him hostage while grabbing his .44 revolver, and shoots the two other mexicans standing por the entrance.*
Sam: *Loads up his Walther P99* If we can't run away from these guys, we'll just have to hide somewhere, and deal with them in here.
Case Cracker: Gotcha.
Gordon: I'm gonna switch to something mais powerful. *Grabs M16*
Mexicans: *Walking into the bar*
Sam: *Shoots Mexicans*
Mexicans: *Die*
Gordon: How many are left?
Sam: *Looks out window* Only twelve. A few of them are on rooftops.
Gordon: I'm gonna check the alleyway. *Walks towards the back door*
Mexican 45: *Shoots a sniper rifle*
Gordon: *Nearly gets hit por bullet*
Case Cracker: That was loud. You see where that came from?
Gordon: One of those buildings in front of us on the fourth floor. Be careful. *Goes into alleyway, and checks it*
Mexican pónei, pônei 25: *Shooting at Gordon*
Gordon: *Takes cover, and returns fire, killing all the mexicans in the alleyway*
Sam: What goes on?
Gordon: Coast is clear. Get back here, but be careful of that sniper.
Case Cracker: *Makes a run for the deposito de lixo, lixeira in the alleyway for cover from the Mexican Sniper*
Sam: *Runs into alleyway*
Gordon: We're gonna hotwire that Chevy, and make a break for it.
Sam: Alright. Get it over with.
All three of them run towards a dark green Calvary.
Gordon: *Gets in driver's seat, and starts to hotwire the car*
Sam: Hurry up!
Gordon: I'm going as fast as I can!
Case Cracker: *Watches for incoming Mexican ponies*
Gordon: *Starts car, and backs up onto street*
Mexicans: *Getting close in Dodge pick up trucks*
Gordon: *Floors it*
Mexicans: *Following Gordon*
Gordon: Get them off our ass!!
Case Cracker: *Edges the barrel of a shotgun out the window and shoots at the Mexicans*
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: *Spinning out of control*
Sam: *Grabs a MP5K, and shoots mais Mexicans*
Gordon: *Drifts left*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Rams the car*
Gordon: *Crashes into a fogo hydrant, but he quickly backs up, and takes a right onto another turn*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Following in reverse*
Case Cracker: *Shoots the back window of the truck*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Does a 180 degree turn*
Gordon: *Drifts right*
Sam: *Shoots tire on truck*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Loses control, and crashes into a building*
Case Cracker: Whoa. Well we got rid of them.
Gordon: Thanks to you guys. That shit was crazy.
Case Cracker: Sure was.
Sam: Well at least it's over.
Gordon: Yeah, but now we'll never find out who won that basquetebol, basquete game.
Sam: I bet the Lakers won.
Gordon: We'll find out tomorrow.
2 B Continued
Case Cracker: Know if there's a game on tonight?
Gordon: Depends. Do you like basketball?
Case Cracker: Yeah, sure I do.
Gordon: Then the Lakers are going against the Nets.
Case Cracker: Sounds good.
Sam: Alright. We'll watch the game as soon as it turns on.
Gordon: But for now, let's get drunk.
Case Cracker: Yeah.
Bartender: What will it be?
Case Cracker: Get me some whiskey.
Bartender: What about you two?
Gordon: I'll take beer.
Sam: Scotch.
Meanwhile in Alameda.
Izzy: What happened?
Mexican 35: They... We-
Izzy: You let those assholes steal our weapons! Do you know where they are now?
Mexican 35: No!
Izzy: Then find them!!
Bartender: *passes the drinks all around. The game starts with the Lakers having the ball*
Gordon: Thank you.
Case Cracker: *Drinks his whiskey*
Gordon: The Nets better win this game.
Sam: Seriously? I want the Lakers to win.
Case Cracker: I like football more, but I bet the Nets are gonna win this one.
Gordon: Thank you. Somepony finally agrees with me!
Case Cracker: *Watching the game* We've got the first basket too. *Takes a drink of his whiskey*
Gordon: *Drinking his beer*
Sam: Your team might have scored first, but the game just started.
Case Cracker: Okay.
Sam: *Drinks scotch*
Announcer: And a foul has been called on the Nets.
Case Cracker: Man, what the fuck was that bullshit?!
Sam: *Laughs*
Gordon: The referee must be fucked up or something.
Case Cracker: Must be.
Sam: *Continues drinking scotch*
Case Cracker: *Takes another drink of whiskey*
Mexicans: *Barging in with guns*
Sam: We got company.
Case Cracker: Course we do. *Takes a last drink*
Mexican 93: You are surrounded. There is no point in trying to run. Let's go.
Gordon: *Drinks beer*
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: *Walking towards Gordon* I said let's go!
Gordon: Wait for it.
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: Hey, I'm talking to you dipshit!
Gordon: *Smashes cerveja bottle, and sticks it in Mexican's face. He holds him hostage while grabbing his .44 revolver, and shoots the two other mexicans standing por the entrance.*
Sam: *Loads up his Walther P99* If we can't run away from these guys, we'll just have to hide somewhere, and deal with them in here.
Case Cracker: Gotcha.
Gordon: I'm gonna switch to something mais powerful. *Grabs M16*
Mexicans: *Walking into the bar*
Sam: *Shoots Mexicans*
Mexicans: *Die*
Gordon: How many are left?
Sam: *Looks out window* Only twelve. A few of them are on rooftops.
Gordon: I'm gonna check the alleyway. *Walks towards the back door*
Mexican 45: *Shoots a sniper rifle*
Gordon: *Nearly gets hit por bullet*
Case Cracker: That was loud. You see where that came from?
Gordon: One of those buildings in front of us on the fourth floor. Be careful. *Goes into alleyway, and checks it*
Mexican pónei, pônei 25: *Shooting at Gordon*
Gordon: *Takes cover, and returns fire, killing all the mexicans in the alleyway*
Sam: What goes on?
Gordon: Coast is clear. Get back here, but be careful of that sniper.
Case Cracker: *Makes a run for the deposito de lixo, lixeira in the alleyway for cover from the Mexican Sniper*
Sam: *Runs into alleyway*
Gordon: We're gonna hotwire that Chevy, and make a break for it.
Sam: Alright. Get it over with.
All three of them run towards a dark green Calvary.
Gordon: *Gets in driver's seat, and starts to hotwire the car*
Sam: Hurry up!
Gordon: I'm going as fast as I can!
Case Cracker: *Watches for incoming Mexican ponies*
Gordon: *Starts car, and backs up onto street*
Mexicans: *Getting close in Dodge pick up trucks*
Gordon: *Floors it*
Mexicans: *Following Gordon*
Gordon: Get them off our ass!!
Case Cracker: *Edges the barrel of a shotgun out the window and shoots at the Mexicans*
Mexican pónei, pônei 93: *Spinning out of control*
Sam: *Grabs a MP5K, and shoots mais Mexicans*
Gordon: *Drifts left*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Rams the car*
Gordon: *Crashes into a fogo hydrant, but he quickly backs up, and takes a right onto another turn*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Following in reverse*
Case Cracker: *Shoots the back window of the truck*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Does a 180 degree turn*
Gordon: *Drifts right*
Sam: *Shoots tire on truck*
Mexican pónei, pônei 52: *Loses control, and crashes into a building*
Case Cracker: Whoa. Well we got rid of them.
Gordon: Thanks to you guys. That shit was crazy.
Case Cracker: Sure was.
Sam: Well at least it's over.
Gordon: Yeah, but now we'll never find out who won that basquetebol, basquete game.
Sam: I bet the Lakers won.
Gordon: We'll find out tomorrow.
2 B Continued
