CJ walked around the city to take a fresh air of the evening wind. The breeze felt cool. The streetlights shone around the city. The sky was a vibrant mixed color of red and orange. He walked down the corner and crossed the street to make his way to the Doherty garage. The gas station was still empty, and as CJ walked inside the garage, he saw Cesar playing poker with Ryder and LB.
"Hey, homies!" CJ greeted.
"What's crackin' withcha, CJ?" Ryder answered, slapping CJ a high five.
"What it do, CJ?" LB greeted, also slapping CJ a high five.
"What up, Carl?" Cesar replied, returning the gesture to CJ as well.
"What's happening here?!" CJ asked.
"We playin' some poker here," LB exclaimed.
"And I just beat these two motherfuckers right here!" Ryder said as he slammed his own cards on the table. "Read 'em and weep, motherfucker!"
"Damn!" Cesar uttered. "I almost had you, holmes!"
"Ryder's always been the best at poker," LB answered. "Just be lucky he didn't bet you fo' yo' cash."
"Deal 'em again, fool," Ryder replied. "Hey CJ, you wanna join in?"
Just then, CJ heard a distant commotion outside. The voice sounded like his sister's voice, and she sounded really outraged. There were also a few voices from other men as well.
"What the hell's going on there?" CJ asked. As he walked outside, the other three guys followed him. They stepped outside just in time to find Kendl breaking free from a construction worker's grip from a long distance at the construction site.
"Get yo' fucking hands off me, asshole!" Kendl shouted distantly kicking the guy in the shin. She ran up to CJ and the other guys.
"Kendl, what the hell happened here?!" CJ asked as Kendl finally approached him up close.
"I was just walking from the store and as I came back here, those construction workers pulled me over there!" Kendl shouted furiously. "They kept on sexually harassing me, slut-shaming me just because of the way I dressed, made lewd ass jokes regarding my appearance, and the foreman of the bunch even threatened to choke me with his cock! You heard right, fellas! That foreman was actually trying to fucking RAPE ME!"
"What?!" Cesar shouted in fury. "Nobody does that to my woman, eh! I'm gonna fuck them up..."
As Cesar started to head over to the construction site, CJ quickly held him back.
"No, hold up, Ceez," CJ told his friend. "I got this. I need to go and teach them a little respect, huh?"
"Jeah," Ryder added.
"That's right," Cesar agreed.
"Show them motherfuckers who's boss, CJ," LB told him.
"I been thinking about getting me some new land anyway," CJ said as he headed over to the construction site.
There they were, bragging about how they almost had Kendl and how one of them were so close to raping her. They were all laughing and even made derogatory statements regarding Kendl's sense of fashion.
Harass my little sister, will they, CJ thought, palming his right fist. I'ma show those motherfuckers what happens when they fuck with my family!
CJ finally confronted the construction workers, who took notice of him.
"Y'all been harassing my little sister?" CJ asked him.
"You mean that hooker in the skimpy top?" one of them asked. "That's your baby sister?! Well too bad for you! She was a real fucking slut!"
"I have to be honest," the African-American added, "I thought she was gonna get down on her knees and take the dick."
The other construction workers burst out laughing together, and CJ could feel his face burning red, as if his head was stuck inside the oven.
"Turns out she's a scared little slut!" the Asian one chimed in. "She wouldn't get five cents if she worked at the strip club. May as well inject her with AIDS. That way, she can go out happily ever after without the dick." This caused the other workers to laugh even harder as CJ was now seething in anger.
"THAT'S IT!" he finally shouted at the top of his lungs. "Y'ALL LIKE SEXUALLY HARASSING PEOPLE?! LET'S SEE HOW WELL YOU LIKE DESTRUCTION!"
So CJ hopped onto a nearby bulldozer and started driving, finally cutting the workers' laughter short.
"Hey!" one of them called out as the group watched as CJ destroyed the buildings with the bulldozer. They soon dispersed as CJ drove the bulldozer their way, destroying the portables in the process.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" another worker called out.
CJ didn't reply. As he watched the workers run around, trying to avoid getting hit, he destroyed more things. Soon, all the construction workers were fleeing from the site.
"This asshole's crazy!" one of them shouted. "Let's get the fuck outta here!"
CJ watched in delight as they ran away in fear. As CJ finally destroyed the last building of the site, he spotted the foreman exiting a port-a-potty.
"What's all that damned clatter?" the foreman asked as he looked around the construction site. He looked around to view the damage that had been done and quickly became horrified.
"Holy crap!" he cried. "I didn't see nothing!"
He darted back inside the port-a-potty and locked himself inside.
You're literally in deep shit now, asshole, CJ thought.
He drove the bulldozer around the site and studied the port-a-potty. He spotted a rectangular-shaped hole in the dirt and a cement truck right behind it. This gave CJ an idea. As he studied the port-a-potty carefully, he also spotted a lock on the ground and slid out of the bulldozer. He picked up the lock, ran to the port-a-potty, and placed the lock on the handle of the door.
CJ then dashed away and ran back inside the bulldozer. Studying the port-a-potty for a few more seconds, he drove towards it with such velocity and rammed into the port-a-potty, tumbling it down to its side.
"Oh God! No!" the foreman screamed in disgust inside the port-a-potty. "I'm gonna barf!"
CJ continued to use the bulldozer to ram against the port-a-potty, causing it to roll as the foreman inside continued to keep screaming in disgust and pounding hard on the door.
"Somebody let me out of here!" the foreman hollered. "I'm covered in shit, and some corn just flew into my mouth!"
As the port-a-potty finally tumbled down the hole as the man inside continued banging, CJ hopped out of the bulldozer and ran to the cement truck. He hopped inside and backed up closer to the edge.
"Eat shit and die, motherfucker!" CJ shouted as he pulled onto the handle to release the cement from the truck, causing it to spill into the hole with the port-a-potty inside. CJ exited the cement truck and walked to the filled hole. He could still hear the banging and the muffled cries for help under the gradually-drying cement.
"That'll teach you a lesson of sexual harassment, asshole," CJ called.
When he turned back to the garage, he spotted Kendl, Cesar, Ryder, and LB standing right by the garage.
"Carl, we saw the whole thing, holmes," Cesar told him.
"Yeah," LB added. "You had those punk ass construction workers running away with their balls between their legs."
"If those motherfuckers had balls," Ryder chimed in. He and LB laughed and slapped each other high fives.
Carl turned to Kendl. "Sorry you had to deal with that sexual harassment, sis," he told her. "I ain't letting no bitch ass stranger go and try to rape my baby sister."
"Thanks for sticking up for me, Carl," Kendl thanked.
"Aye, that's the least I can do," CJ told her. "You the only family I got right now."
"Si," Cesar added, "and you're the only woman I'm gonna look out for."
"Yo, let's go back in the garage and play some more poker," LB said. He turned to CJ. "You want a game, Carl?"
"Not tonight, homie," CJ told him. "I'm gonna lie into my crib. It's been a long ass day, and I got too much shit on my mind."
"A'ight then, homie," LB said. "If you need any help from us, just name anything, I got yo back, homie. Me, Ryder, Cesar, we all got yo' back, Dawg."
"Thanks, LB," CJ replied giving LB a knuckle touch. "Talk to you soon."
"Anytime, G," LB said, and he returned inside the garage to play more poker with Ryder and Cesar.
CJ walked down the corner of the street and to his apartment. As he stepped inside, the voices in his head were heard.
"You picked the wrong house, fool!"
"That's another funeral you ran from, fool! Just like Brian's!"
"That's what I'm talking about! That's my Dawg!"
"You stay the fuck away from Smoke and stay the fuck away from us! Otherwise, Sweet's gonna find himself on a Ballas block getting in touch with his feminine side!"
The voices were all heard in his head. He just couldn't get any of it on his mind. He felt bad for having to abandon his family five years ago. He felt bad for not getting in contact with his mother since he first left to Liberty City. He felt shocked his closest friend he ever had since childhood, the guy who was practically a father figure of him, had double crossed him and had became nothing more than a puppet for Tenpenny. CJ may have had a good life in San Fierro, but there were still so much on his mind of his past plight.
He headed upstairs into his bedroom and pulled off his sneakers. He stared at the blank walls with nothing but hooks and a calendar hanging to it and a window with blinds. He looked at the clock radio. It was only 8:09 PM and already, CJ was getting tired. So he slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a little while. There was no telling what subsequent trouble he would find himself encountering by the next day. He thought about how he would bust Sweet out of jail and confront Big Smoke on his betrayal. There were so much he had to complete that he decided to stop thinking too much about this and eventually drifted off to sleep.
P.S. I didn't find this mission disturbing. I just found the reason CJ did what he did in that mission disproportionate to say the least. I mean in the game, it seems petty to bury someone alive just for saying your sibling looks like a hooker. So I decided to change this part to make it that Kendl gets sexually harassed and nearly raped by the workers. That way, burying the foreman alive would be much more justified and much more entertaining to watch. Just my thoughts.