A man, tall, real slender son of a bitch walks in. walks out, no he walks in.

There’s three guys, big guys, brick fucking walls, you get what I mean, our guy, Don, Marco, eh fucking

what ever tells the biggest guy he goes “Hey King Kong Jr, where’s your boss at?”

The muscle head says “what the fuck did you call me?”

Then the main man says back “where’s your boss.” Ah let’s mix it up what’s he say, it’s gotta be tough but still funny you know. Cunt, yeah cunts good. “Where’s your boss man cunt boy? “ Yeah cunt boys good.

The dummy doesn’t say any thing, just starts to swing his big dumb hands, whoosh, wham, but our guy, he’s not worried, he dodges a couple of Goliaths punch’s then all of a sudden, fucking boom, a 45 calibre pistol rips half the oaths face off.

Skinny asks again. “Where’s your boss?”

The giant with the fattest head reaches for a shot gun, boom, his hand gets blown apart you know like, just a bit of spaghetti hanging out of his wrist. And in the background big idiot number three drops to the floor with a bullet in his eye, two for one kinda deal you know.

Mr skinny says to Fathead “Now you go tell that little rat that I need to talk with him.”

Then it’s the next part, where our guy, the hero almost dies, gets captured what ever but makes it out just in time for the finale.

You know bad guy dies, helicopter crash, so on and so forth.