Sorry it's been a while. Hectic weekend X_x Heheheheh. I don't own Grand Theft Auto III
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"What the heck does Valdini want at this time a night?" said Gino irritably while walking down the sidewalk with his three body guards, two brothers, and consigliari. He had been right in the middle of playing Grand Theft Auto III. Don Arnoldo had called the heads of the five fourth grade families for a meeting. "You'd think that Arnoldo would get the clue after I had Mick throw rocks at 'im but-"
A huge guy in a dark suit loomed above him. "Hey Gino, I heard you had an appointment."
"Gino looked up into the eyes of that retarded 14-year-old, Torvald. So Arnoldo had recruited him. "Out a my way ya retard!" Said Gino. He snapped his fingers. "Boys."
Torvald didn't waste much energy in picking three of them up in each hand and dropping them into the stinking pit of a dumpster. Gino looked up at Torvald. How could I be so freakin' retarted?! "Hey, forget what I said about the retard thing. Listen, we can make a g-great-" Torvald's huge hand grabbed him by the neck and tossed him into the trash. He felt a warmth in his pants and hoped that no one could smell it despite the horrific odor already inside the dumpster.
"Ew it smells like pee in here!"
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The next morning
Gerald read the school newspaper aloud to everyone in Arnoldo's office. "Hey check this out! This week's headline says, 'Big Gino humiliated when dumped in dumpster. Pees in Pants! Heads of the other Five Fourth Grade Families Receive Similar Fate. Believed to be the doings of Arnoldo Valdini'."
Helga suddenly barged into the room while holding the paper. "So, Football Head, is it true or not?"
"What?" said Arnoldo playing dumb.
"That you had all these guys dumped in the trash, duh!"
Arnoldo shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah."
"Sweet! Didn't know ya had it in you Football Head!" Helga whacked him on the back, poured herself a glass of champagne, and flopped onto his lap.
"Hey Park, I decided I want PS119 to beat PS116 in the little league series, alright? I got some major mini Oreo bets in that. Ok?" said Arnoldo.
Yes, he had power at his finger tips. Anything he wanted, he got. Just a snap of the finger. But something was bugging him. Who told Gino that he and Helga would be in Center City? He looked suspiciously around the room. It couldn't be Torvald. He did all the dirty work, and got payed with exuberant amounts of Fig Newtons. Yep Torvald had a fetish for fig Newtons. Then there was Park. He was a nobody until Arnoldo took him in. Heck, he practically didn't exist until now. Peapod kid…he was already rich so why did he need to be Arnoldo's lawyer? Probobly because his mom wouldn't let him have candy so he could simply get it in return for his services. Arnoldo didn't even question Gerald's loyalty. He was more than a brother to him.
Chocolate Boy.
"Hey guys, you mind leavin' for a second here?" said Arnoldo. "Except Chocolate Boy." He motioned for Chocolate Boy to have a seat.
"Yeah, chocolate, chocolate."
"Ok Chocolate Boy, how much has Gino been payin' you?"
"Nothin', I swear!"
"I'm not lettin' you off that easy. As a matter of fact, I don't remember you bein' around when I left to pick up Helga."
"I, I was at my Aunt Mary's house, she gave me chocolate!"
"So that's were that big bag of chocolate radishes came from, huh?" Arnoldo pointed at the huge bag Chocolate Boy was clutching.
"Ok! I did it, and I don't care cuz I'd do it again for chocolate chocolate chocolate choc-"
"I will give you TEN seconds to get out of the Sunset Arms."
With hyper chocolate-induced energy, Chocolate Boy bolted from the room as Arnoldo loudly counted. "One, two, three…."
Torvald stuck his head in and raised his eyebrow. Arnoldo raised his eyebrow back. "Take care of him."
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Ok! I need a vote! Who wants Arnoldo to go back to normal in the near future?