CRACK ATTACK!

You waltz on over to the local Elementary School / Maximum Security Juvenile Detention Center, in search of children to buy your illegal wares. It doesn't take you too terribly long to find a small crowd of fourth graders across the street from the heavily-guarded facility, mugging an old lady.

You walk over to them with an arrogant swagger, clutching your balls with one hand and dangling the bag of weed in front of you with the other. "Ya'll lookin' for some good dope?" you ask them. They turn away from their victim and stare at the bag with those wide-eyed looks of innocence that can be so deceiving. "Hell ya we want some good dope!" they all respond in unison.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?" someone bellows from behind you. You reel around to see another fourth grader, only this one has a glock in his hand - pointed right at you. "THIS IS MY BLOCK, MUTHA FUCKA!" And he proceeds to bust a cap in your lily-white ass. Kids these days, huh? They grow up so fast. Looks like you won't be getting any crack money now. As your vision dims you find your crack craving intensify and begin to twitch and shiver. You hope there's crack in the afterlife.

Game Over, asshole!!
End Of Story