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has decided to finally get their sh*t together,

And accept me to their management training programme.

- Really? Wow!

Congratulations.

- That's amazing.

- Thank You.

- I just can't believe they're opening a Four-Seasons in town.

We don't even have a Radisson.

- Yeah, exactly. Which is why

I'm moving to Atlanta.

I'm gonna be working in the Special Events Department.

- In Atlanta?

You know, I know a little bit about it,

from Rap Music and It sounds like a f***ed up place.

Come on, ....???

Did you tell your brother?

- Yeah..Chet was really happy for me.

I thought You'd be happy for me too.

- I am. I am totally happy for you.

In fact, i will make you a Crunk CD or something.

I bet you have a hustler friends in Atlanta.

He treats me like a b*tch.

That's no way to treat a son.

He thinks he knows me. He doesn't f***ing knows me.

I have more ideas than, he could ever dreams of.

I have plans more bigger than his whole f***ing house.

Oh...whatever you say.

Maybe, just be quite for a while.

Forget about your dad.

Let me do my think.

- I wish I could forget about that Ass-Hole.

As is, I'm pretty much waiting for him to drop dead.

I just don't wanna mess with my inheritance.

- Really? What kind of inheritance?

- Well, when the old man left the service,

He started buying lotto tickets, the next think you know..

for ninety eight the dude hits it for ten million dollars.

You know, ever since then, he'd been burning through

it like an NBA draft picks. Bought a Winnebago..

Flat screen TV...

Its all that senseless spendings.

He's probably down to one or two million now.

As soon as he kicks it,

All that cash is mine.

- You know,

for a million dollars...

You could have anything.

You'll be like a King.

King Dwayne.

- Right On!

and you can be like my Queen.

- and polish my Roll Sceptre.

- I know practice makes perfect.

- ohh, f*** you.

- Maybe, I could help get you that money, now.

- Oh yeah?

- Before he spend another penny.

- And how would you do that?

- I know a guy in Detriot.

He could help you.

He'll probably do it for...

A Hundred G.

- Do what?

- Kill your mean old Dad.

So, what do you say?

Are you ready for your Crown?

Uh huh.

Hey, Watch out.

- Hey, you should pace yourself there, buddy.

Its Noon on a Saturday.

Nah, the frige is full man.

We are all good.

Its pretty crazy about Tom Small huh?

- Yeah, well.. I never liked him.

Your sister did. You know,

she let him finger blast her? Big time.

- What the f*** are you talking about, man?

I don't want that sh*t in my head.

- Sorry, your sister told me about it last night,

I thought you should know.

- What? You now swapping stories

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