Little Man Page #2

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Now, would you

trust the big man?

I got a plan, yo.

Now, this stone is a

- VVS2, nearly flawless.

- It's been a pleasure, sir.

Just be cool, Cal.

I'm telling you.

Oh, there she go. There's-

Go ahead. Do your thing, Cal.

Pardon me for iust a moment.

- Do your thing.

- Yes? May I help you?

Percy. CEO and A&R

of P-Unit Records.

Here to pick up iewelry

for one of my artists.

Well, holler at your girl.

Step this way, Percy P.

I like the way you

said my name just now.

Can I sit down?

She's sitting down.

Of course you may. Would you

like some gin and juice?

Well, I'm gonna show you some

shiznit right about now.

Yes. Come to daddy.

Now that's what I'm

talking about, baby.

So, what can I get for

you today, Percy P.?

All of the above.

I'll send one of my assistants

from P-Unit Records...

to pick everything up.

Just tell him to pull up to my bumper,

and I'll throw that junk in his trunk.

Word?

Let me get up out of here.

I gotta bounce.

I got some people meeting me

down there, and I gotta...

So I'm gonna leave, you know?

- Okay? See you later, all right? Peace.

- Peace.

Be cool. What's

going on in there?

Has anyone seen my dog?

Hi, puppy.

He stole my dog.

Holy crap.

The Queen's diamond. It's gone.

Relax. We almost there, man.

We about to be paid, man.

I need the police. Yes,

there's been a robbery.

We did it. Modern-day Butch

Cassidy and Sundance.

Come back here with my dog.

- Get out of here, mutt.

- You just tossed a Chihuahua.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Gotcha that. We are gone.

Come on, Percy.

- Oh, man.

- This ain't time to be doing doughnuts.

I can't believe this, man.

Damn it, Percy.

You got a boot on the car, and you

about to get one in your butt.

- She finally got me.

- Who?

Nettie, down at Motor Vehicles.

Said I got her pregnant.

I went to family court.

I had all my receipts.

I'm out.

- Hey, yo, Percy. You forgot something.

- What?

Me!

- Come on!

- Sorry, Cal.

- They went that way.

- What'd he look like?

- Black.

- I got him.

- Dark or light?

- Medium.

Suspect is escaping on foot.

African-American male.

About 5'1 O", not real dark,

more of a mocha-caramel color.

What? You shot?

Sweet beiesus. My muscle,

I think I pulled it.

Quick. In here.

Yo, quick, put me down.

We gotta split up.

Okay.

It's late because of the stress,

not because I'm pregnant.

Please, don't even say words like "stress.

" It's not good for the baby.

Darryl, there is no baby.

- Aisle two.

- Well, why didn't you just say that?

- Okay, let's go.

- Okay, fine. Just humor me, okay?

- Okay, let's go.

- Okay.

- Enough.

- Okay, okay.

I got one!

- Come on, man.

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