TRASH
"Alright let's go to Sam's, I don't feel like moving too far."
"Cool! Let's go."
"Hold on let me get something."
You go back to your trailer and grab your pistol. If you're gonna be keeping meth heads in line, you better be prepared. You and Dan then proceed over to Sam's trailer. It's a little bigger, and it's relatively isolated from the rest of the trailers. It's covered with various graffiti, most of it obscene words about various people. "Mel is a dickhead" seems to be a common theme though and you'll be sure to inform Tina that apparently she performs sex acts on donkeys. You can see junkies wandering around outside the trailer in a dazed state, when they come out, they're noticeably in a much more alert. There's smoke coming out of the open windows, if the cops ever came down to this shitty trailer park, it would be pretty obvious what the fuck's going on around here.
"Heeeey you got twenty dollars man?" some junkie asks you.
"No! And stop fuckin' touching me!" you reply and shove him to the ground.
"Hey handsome how about I take you 'round back and suck your dick, for ten dollars?" a female junkie asks.
"Mel, you should take that offer man!"
"Uh no, Dan. I don't need to catch AIDS that fuckin' badly. An' get away from me, ya fuckin' junkie whore!"
After wading through the living dead you manage to knock on the door, at which point Sam opens it and smoke comes billowing out. He's wearing a gask mask of some sort.
"Will you fuckers calm down? I'm only one fuckin' man, wait your fuckin' turn!" Sam says in a muffled tone.
"(Cough) (Cough) Shit. We're not here for drugs; Dan said you needed help with crowd control."
"Oh? What's your name? You take meth or any kind of drugs at all?"
"Mel, and fuck no, why deal with all the fuckin' junkies, when I can just go down to the liquor store, buy beer and get wasted by myself?"
"Ha ha! Okay you're in. Dan you are fuckin' NOT!"
"What!?"
"I don't fuckin' trust your ass; you'll end up stealing my shit!"
"Sam what the hell's up with you? You used to be a laid back guy."
"Yeah well this fuckin' business is starting to change that way of thinking. I don't like it either, but you fuckers take advantage of kindness, and I'm not getting beaten up and robbed again! No, I'm gonna start being fuckin' ruthless motherfucker just like everyone else!"
"But but "
"No fuckin' buts, you stay outside with the rest of your kind! Mel here's a mask, come on in."
You put on the mask and go inside. Sam walks over to his lab table and starts talking.
"Okay Mel, you ask these junkies how much they want, you take their money, give it to me, I give you the drugs and you give it to them. Now nobody has to even enter this fuckin' place and I don't have to get up every five seconds. If one of those drug addicts gets out of line you know what to do. Sound simple?"
"Sounds simple to me."
You step outside and already your first customer addresses you aggressively.
"I need the stuff man! I need it! Ya gotta give me it right now!" he says grabbing your arm vigorously.
"Cool! Let's go."
"Hold on let me get something."
You go back to your trailer and grab your pistol. If you're gonna be keeping meth heads in line, you better be prepared. You and Dan then proceed over to Sam's trailer. It's a little bigger, and it's relatively isolated from the rest of the trailers. It's covered with various graffiti, most of it obscene words about various people. "Mel is a dickhead" seems to be a common theme though and you'll be sure to inform Tina that apparently she performs sex acts on donkeys. You can see junkies wandering around outside the trailer in a dazed state, when they come out, they're noticeably in a much more alert. There's smoke coming out of the open windows, if the cops ever came down to this shitty trailer park, it would be pretty obvious what the fuck's going on around here.
"Heeeey you got twenty dollars man?" some junkie asks you.
"No! And stop fuckin' touching me!" you reply and shove him to the ground.
"Hey handsome how about I take you 'round back and suck your dick, for ten dollars?" a female junkie asks.
"Mel, you should take that offer man!"
"Uh no, Dan. I don't need to catch AIDS that fuckin' badly. An' get away from me, ya fuckin' junkie whore!"
After wading through the living dead you manage to knock on the door, at which point Sam opens it and smoke comes billowing out. He's wearing a gask mask of some sort.
"Will you fuckers calm down? I'm only one fuckin' man, wait your fuckin' turn!" Sam says in a muffled tone.
"(Cough) (Cough) Shit. We're not here for drugs; Dan said you needed help with crowd control."
"Oh? What's your name? You take meth or any kind of drugs at all?"
"Mel, and fuck no, why deal with all the fuckin' junkies, when I can just go down to the liquor store, buy beer and get wasted by myself?"
"Ha ha! Okay you're in. Dan you are fuckin' NOT!"
"What!?"
"I don't fuckin' trust your ass; you'll end up stealing my shit!"
"Sam what the hell's up with you? You used to be a laid back guy."
"Yeah well this fuckin' business is starting to change that way of thinking. I don't like it either, but you fuckers take advantage of kindness, and I'm not getting beaten up and robbed again! No, I'm gonna start being fuckin' ruthless motherfucker just like everyone else!"
"But but "
"No fuckin' buts, you stay outside with the rest of your kind! Mel here's a mask, come on in."
You put on the mask and go inside. Sam walks over to his lab table and starts talking.
"Okay Mel, you ask these junkies how much they want, you take their money, give it to me, I give you the drugs and you give it to them. Now nobody has to even enter this fuckin' place and I don't have to get up every five seconds. If one of those drug addicts gets out of line you know what to do. Sound simple?"
"Sounds simple to me."
You step outside and already your first customer addresses you aggressively.
"I need the stuff man! I need it! Ya gotta give me it right now!" he says grabbing your arm vigorously.