Stone Cold Page #2

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another glass, please?

This one is filthy. Thank you.

Hey, Ice.

Answer me a question.

How come your lady's been

eyeing my tail all night?

My. What have we got here?

Looks like we got us a

grown-up version of Bam-Bam.

You sure are pretty, Bam-Bam.

- Look, I just asked a question.

- You're really a pretty boy.

Ain't he a pretty boy? Real pretty face.

How'd you like me to f*** it up for you?

What do you want?

I just got out of the pen.

I heard you boys were the heavy

hitters in town. I guess I was wrong.

- You're a yard bird, motherf***er?

- I did my time.

Pretty boy like you must

have done some painful time.

You gonna use that stick?

You wanna dance with me?

Ice, get down here!

Let me go! Get out of here!

We want our money back,

and we want it right now.

You sold us some bad sh*t.

I heard the b*tch say haul your ass!

You can do it, or I will.

We didn't come here for no fight.

Just give us $1,000 and we're gone.

I got news for you, baby.

You're already gone.

Ice, man.

Ice! Ice, man.

You all right?

Damn, man.

Next time, mind your own

f***ing business, honey.

You're welcome. He's a nice guy.

- Thanks, man. You got a name?

- John Stone.

People around here call me Gut.

Good.

The Brotherhood is having a rally

this weekend. Why don't you come down?

- I'll look forward to it.

- All right.

Let's go, a**hole. Come on, Bam-Bam.

Damn!

You ran one hell of a race, dude.

Too damn good.

F*** him over!

Hey, Stone, man.

Go on, Stone. You can get him, man.

Come on, Stone.

Is that all you've got?

F***ing wimp.

Come on, Stone. Get up!

Goddamn p*ssy.

Kick his ass.

Come on, Stone.

Way to go, Stone.

You beat that dude, man.

That's something I thought I'd never see.

Give me my glasses.

- All right. You were great, man.

- Yeah.

Chains, this is John Stone.

Stone, this is Chains.

- Can you get your ass out of my van?

- Chill out, man.

I heard you and Gut

tasted some tar together.

Some knuckle sandwiches.

- What club are you with?

- No club. Independent.

I want to know why your old

lady's going through my sh*t.

She's a cockroach.

She's my house mouse.

Go slice your wrist, Gut.

- Thanks, Chains.

- Come on, let's go party, all right?

I ain't gonna tell you again.

Get out of my van.

You did good at the Tit for Tat.

It showed some attitude around here.

Yeah, whatever. Come on,

get out of here.

Take my old lady and have some fun.

We'll talk business later.

If you're gonna talk to the Brotherhood,

you're gonna have to talk to me.

- I take it you don't want me in your van?

- You're right. I don't.

Relax, man. I'm gonna

show you a real good time.

No, you're not.

Why not?

Because unlike your old man,

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