I'm Gonna Git You Sucka Page #3

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The dude.

The f***ing dude that came in !

- Then he started...

He hit me from behind.

- He hit you ?

- And I went down.

- Oh, you mean the soldier dude !

- Yeah, the soldier dude.

- Okay, okay.

Then he hit me from behind.

And I went down.

I was like this.

- Then the dude shot me !

- He didn't shoot you.

He did. Kept on

biting on my ankles.

- Where did you get

a stupid lie like that from ?

- Enough.

Now,

Junebug worked under you,

Which means you

owe me his debts.

If that girl is anything

you say she is,

Then we'll call it even.

I have no patience

when it comes to collecting.

Now, I suspect...

You'll bring me that girl

right away.

Yes, sir, uncle Mr. Big.

Yes, sir, Mr. Big.

Uncle Mr. Big, I have a question.

What about the mother ?

If he gets in your way,

kill him.

I better not hear any more

about that guy...

Or it's your asses !

You got that ?

Yes, sir, uncle Mr. Big.

It'll be our asses.

It'll be your ass.

Good.

You boys can leave

either through the window...

or the stairs.

We'll take the stairs.

We always take the stairs.

- Lenny ?

- What ?

- You mad at me ?

- I'm gonna be mad on the way

down these stairs.

Ooh ! Ow !

Ooh ! Ooh !

Oh !

He was such a sweet baby.

I don't know how he

turned out so bad.

He missed you

when you was gone, Jack.

- Yeah ?

- Yeah.

I missed him too, mama.

You know, I remember

when me and Junebug

used to go to the park.

Junebug loved the swings.

He'd say, "Jack, give me a push."

And I'd take him and run,

but I wouldn't push him.

I'd run back in,

then I'd run again.

Still wouldn't push him.

Shut up, Jack !

Do you remember this ?

Do you remember when you

made that for mama ?

I made this

in Mrs. Wilson's class.

That's right.

You was always so thoughtful

to your mama.

- That's why I'm so glad

you're home.

- Mama.

W-wait a minute.

What ?

- Mama !

- Huh ?

That's John Slade.

Yeah ?

I didn't know you knew him.

Yes. We was very much

in love once.

Before I met your father.

I almost married Slade.

But he was so busy

being a crime fighter,

Flying in and out of windows,

chasing criminals.

Hmm. Had no time to settle down.

Anyway, wish he was here now.

He'd find out what happened to

my boy and he'd make 'em pay.

Hey, mama, now.

Mama, I'm here, and I'm gonna

find out what happened to Junebug.

No, no, no, no.

You're all I got !

Don't you do nothing foolish.

I'm just gonna ask

a few questions, that's all.

- No, Jack.

- Ma, just a few questions.

I promise.

- Okay ?

- Okay.

Okay.

- Be careful.

- I will.

"John Slade to host

youth gang competition."

2:
00.

- Hey, move it !

- Can I get a cab ?

I want this sh*t clean.

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