TRASH

You don't want to even work here in the first place, and now he wants you to fill out fuckin' forms? You don't need this shit. You start to leave, but Billy stops you.

"Hey look Mel, hold on. I kinda need ya to help me with something."
"What?" you say shoving his pork pie hand off of you.
"There's some teenagers that come in and cause a bunch of trouble all the time and I'd like you to stick around."
"Why don't you do something?"
"Cause they're teenagers! I can't lay a finger on them, I'm an adult remember?"
"Billy, you're getting head jobs from 16 year old girls and you're worried about getting into trouble for fighting some punks fucking with your place of business? Interesting set of priorities you got thereĀ…"
"Shut up! Look will you help me or not?"
"Oh so it's okay if I get into trouble for kicking their asses?"
"Erm, well I didn't think you'd care or worry about it."
"I don't, but it's the fuckin' principle of the thing! Why not get the pigs?"
"Erm, no. I don't really like police sniffing around this place." Billy says.
"Yeah, and I know several reasons why. Alright, how much you willing to pay?"

Billy offers a large sum of money. He must REALLY want them gone. You accept his offer and stick around. Sure enough, you later see the teenagers he's talking about. You can tell by their shaved heads and Swastikas on their arms. They begin harassing the customers and shouting at the employees to hurry up with their food. You see Billy attempting to hide his wide load behind a corner and look over towards you, hoping you'll do something.
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