taillesskangaru was dragged into a dark room. Suddenly, for dramatic effect, the lights switched on.
"You are a mafia, I dare say!" said
sirtommygunn.
"I dare not," was his reply.
"Don't try us," said
rhawn.
"I only wish to try to live."
"Too bad you're not a current and have 926 lives like me," said
electric926.
The door slowly slid up to reveal a beautiful scene: the sun, blood red, was sinking in the sky, shining its last, feeble rays upon the denizens of Earth before it sank below the horizon to flip around and try again. The ocean glittered like the encrusted jewels of Czar Nicholas's family. A brown pier jutted off into the distance before abruptly stopping, as if the constructor had woken up one day to discover his family missing and went on a long trek to India to discover their whereabouts before realizing that they were all dead and giving up his former, self-indulgent life to become a ferryman at a river where, under the guidance of a wizened wise man, he learned from the river, who despite being an inanimate object was a pretty good teacher as he was able to learn enlightenment and also gave him the tools necessary to pass on his teachings to a friend who followed him along his journey but didn't go through the same tribulations because he was merely a follower.
They dragged him out onto the pier, where its significance was completely lost on them. The tailless man struggled for a bit, and finally they sat on him to subdue him.
"This is pier pressure!" complained taillesskangaru.
"You're a man without peer," quipped the man with the tommy gun.
"It would have been easier to just shoot him with that," complained rhawn, bitterly.
They stuffed him into a nondescript brown bag and then shot him up with so much lead that the bag became pretty descript with red bloodstains. They then dumped the body into the ocean where it became food and thus he returned as dust to the cycle of life.
The sun coughed and sank below the horizon, in honor of the dead man.
"Now, time to take care of some business," said
rhawn, withdrawing his butterfly knife and whirling towards the two townspeople.
"No way! You're the mafioso?" asked electric. "Wow, that was too easy!" He grabbed his switchblade and flicked it out, cutting himself on the palm like an amateur.
"Agreed," said sirtommygunn, and he promptly shot the two. Smoke left his gun to escape his evil treachery. He kicked their two bodies into the water, then went off to have a smoke and possibly chat it up with the waitress.
THE MAFIA WINS!!!!!!!