lizzie had to watch the strangest movie in class. it made her have
a weird dream...
the mafia had come to san francisco. they were after a
salesclerk, who had witnessed a murder, years ago.
gordo and ethan were just two aspiring musicians,
who played at various gigs. they went to the job
agency for musicians, one day. that was where a girl
ethan was supposed to go on a date with, kate, worked.
"why didn't you come the other night"she said.
"i'm terribly sorry, my dear, but you see, gordo, here, had
a horrible toothache, and i had to take care of him."
"i did not!"yelled gordo.
"haha...he's in denial about the whole thing, you see."
"well i don't care."she said."you could've called and told me.
i cried the whole night!"
"well, you see, we couldn't."he said."our phone has been
disconnected."
"hmmm...whatever,"she doubted."well, anyway, we have one
job, and its down in miami, florida."
"ooh...we'll take it."said ethan.
"well here's the address."...
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they arrived at the office ten minutes later. it was a
two-story, brown building. the older man at the desk was
on the phone for thirty minutes before he got off and noticed them.
"escuse me, can i help you?"the old man had a sick, raspy voice.
"ah...yeah,"said gordo."we're here about the job in miami."
the old man spoke up immediately."why, you two can' take that job."
"but why?"said ethan.
"you just can't. now please be on your way."
"please just tell us."said gordo.
"well...it's for girls only."
"we'll take it!"replyed ethan.
"no, we won't!"
"yes, we will!"
"that does not matter, for i can't give it to you,
and that's final! now please be on your way!"
"we're getting that job, one way or another!"said ethan, as they were
going to their old, beat up car.
"are you crazy? how are we gonna do a thing like that?"
"i'm not sure just yet, but i'll think of something."
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it was the next day, and ethan and gordo were walking to their car.
there were three men outside. they were each talking, when this huge
car, full of big, italian men, pulls up.
"oh, no!"yells the skinniest guy.
"what?"says the other man.
"just get down, they're from the mafia!"replies the skinny man, again.
"oh, boys."says one of the three, really really bit italians.
he begins shooting at all three. the last one they
kill is the skinny man. then, ethan and gordo begin to run away,
causing the men to shoot at them, too. they get in their car,
and speed home.
they hide out, all the next day. then, that night, ethan goes out,
to buy some things. he comes home with wigs, and women's clothes.
"what are these for?"asks gordo.
ethan tells him, with a smirk."we're getting that job."
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three days later, they head to the train station.
a weird dream...
the mafia had come to san francisco. they were after a
salesclerk, who had witnessed a murder, years ago.
gordo and ethan were just two aspiring musicians,
who played at various gigs. they went to the job
agency for musicians, one day. that was where a girl
ethan was supposed to go on a date with, kate, worked.
"why didn't you come the other night"she said.
"i'm terribly sorry, my dear, but you see, gordo, here, had
a horrible toothache, and i had to take care of him."
"i did not!"yelled gordo.
"haha...he's in denial about the whole thing, you see."
"well i don't care."she said."you could've called and told me.
i cried the whole night!"
"well, you see, we couldn't."he said."our phone has been
disconnected."
"hmmm...whatever,"she doubted."well, anyway, we have one
job, and its down in miami, florida."
"ooh...we'll take it."said ethan.
"well here's the address."...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
they arrived at the office ten minutes later. it was a
two-story, brown building. the older man at the desk was
on the phone for thirty minutes before he got off and noticed them.
"escuse me, can i help you?"the old man had a sick, raspy voice.
"ah...yeah,"said gordo."we're here about the job in miami."
the old man spoke up immediately."why, you two can' take that job."
"but why?"said ethan.
"you just can't. now please be on your way."
"please just tell us."said gordo.
"well...it's for girls only."
"we'll take it!"replyed ethan.
"no, we won't!"
"yes, we will!"
"that does not matter, for i can't give it to you,
and that's final! now please be on your way!"
"we're getting that job, one way or another!"said ethan, as they were
going to their old, beat up car.
"are you crazy? how are we gonna do a thing like that?"
"i'm not sure just yet, but i'll think of something."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
it was the next day, and ethan and gordo were walking to their car.
there were three men outside. they were each talking, when this huge
car, full of big, italian men, pulls up.
"oh, no!"yells the skinniest guy.
"what?"says the other man.
"just get down, they're from the mafia!"replies the skinny man, again.
"oh, boys."says one of the three, really really bit italians.
he begins shooting at all three. the last one they
kill is the skinny man. then, ethan and gordo begin to run away,
causing the men to shoot at them, too. they get in their car,
and speed home.
they hide out, all the next day. then, that night, ethan goes out,
to buy some things. he comes home with wigs, and women's clothes.
"what are these for?"asks gordo.
ethan tells him, with a smirk."we're getting that job."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
three days later, they head to the train station.
