Chapter 4-Hello Dolly
Max came to with a headache like he had after his bachelor party. He tried to stand up, that was when he noticed the shotgun at his head. He wasn't scared, and he showed it.
"Hey, fudgepacker, why such a big gun, compensatin' for something?" The man rose to his feet and cocked the shotgun. "You cock stuff pretty well, does you boyfriend like it."
The man was about to shoot when another man came out of the shadows and touched his shoulder. He was big, and had two giant cigars in his mouth.
"You see, Maxamilliano, Jinny T here is a homophobe, doesn't like them candle-stick fuckers, you know? Aint that right, Jinny?"
"Too fucking right boss."
"Oh, ho ho ho, we gots a live one here. Clean up your fucking language, or I'll make your mama kick your ass."
"Sorry, boss."
Max instantly knew who this man was. He'd never met him before, never even seen him before. But he knew him.
"So, pesci, how's business these days? As illegal and greasy as always?"
"What am I, a fucking nigger, I don't deserve no disrespect. So clean up your act, you little shit."
"Donnie, don't lose your head. And don't ever make a fucking nigger crack again or I will personally cut off your fucking balls. What the fuck did any black ever do to you, you fuck? Huh? You get your little nephew to murder my fucking wife and fucking child, so I have a reason to be racist towards you pizza-making, shit-eating, pig-fucking, meatballs. So can the fucking beans, Mario, or you'll fucking regret it."
"Woah, did I do something so insult you? Say, you're not a nigger-lover, are you?"
"No, I'm a grease-hater."
"Oh, that's rich, that is fucking rich. After you fuck an Italian, you start making shitty jokes about us, come on!"
The shotgun boy turned on the radio. Ha, Max's favorite, Louis Armstrong. The fat guy started to get up and dance.
"I love this fucking tune, Maxie. Hello Dolly, this is Louis Dolly," at that point he pulled out a handgun and shot Jackson four times. "Now, Payne, let's get one thing straight, you can say whatever you fucking want in this fucking country, that's what makes it great. But it's mother fuckers like me that make it hell for mother fuckers like you. Now if you ever talk like that to me, again, I will shove hot pokers in your ass and giant icicles in your dick, I fucking well kid you not!"
Max wasn't put off by it at all. He had heard phrases like that from many a man in Donnie Fish's position, so he just shrugged them off and laughed. And at that point, Max let out a chuckle that made Donnie turn red.
"You think I'm fucking joking, I can show you some fucking hot pokers," Donnie spat as he shouted.
"But where the fuck are you gonna get icicles in July?" Max loved to rile men like Donnie up like this, it made him feel special. "Donnie, do whatever the fuck you want, just keep an eye on your family. Little Lupino has made me pissed, and I'm gonna take it out on you." Max was shouting at himself in his head 'what the FUCK are you doing. Don't threaten the guy, that's insanity.'
It was then that Donnie ran out of the room. And Max took this opportunity to knock Jinny on to his back. Max got up, jumped threw his cuffs and wrapped his arms around Jinny. He dropped the shotgun and choked. Max showed no mercy and didn't stop until Jinny stopped shaking. Now was his time to go. He picked up the gun and flipped it upside-down. It was a perfect bat.
He made his way down the corridor with the cuffs still tight around his wrists. They were beginning to hurt. The drug they gave him must've completely worn away. He stopped at a corner and listened. He heard footsteps.
Max came to with a headache like he had after his bachelor party. He tried to stand up, that was when he noticed the shotgun at his head. He wasn't scared, and he showed it.
"Hey, fudgepacker, why such a big gun, compensatin' for something?" The man rose to his feet and cocked the shotgun. "You cock stuff pretty well, does you boyfriend like it."
The man was about to shoot when another man came out of the shadows and touched his shoulder. He was big, and had two giant cigars in his mouth.
"You see, Maxamilliano, Jinny T here is a homophobe, doesn't like them candle-stick fuckers, you know? Aint that right, Jinny?"
"Too fucking right boss."
"Oh, ho ho ho, we gots a live one here. Clean up your fucking language, or I'll make your mama kick your ass."
"Sorry, boss."
Max instantly knew who this man was. He'd never met him before, never even seen him before. But he knew him.
"So, pesci, how's business these days? As illegal and greasy as always?"
"What am I, a fucking nigger, I don't deserve no disrespect. So clean up your act, you little shit."
"Donnie, don't lose your head. And don't ever make a fucking nigger crack again or I will personally cut off your fucking balls. What the fuck did any black ever do to you, you fuck? Huh? You get your little nephew to murder my fucking wife and fucking child, so I have a reason to be racist towards you pizza-making, shit-eating, pig-fucking, meatballs. So can the fucking beans, Mario, or you'll fucking regret it."
"Woah, did I do something so insult you? Say, you're not a nigger-lover, are you?"
"No, I'm a grease-hater."
"Oh, that's rich, that is fucking rich. After you fuck an Italian, you start making shitty jokes about us, come on!"
The shotgun boy turned on the radio. Ha, Max's favorite, Louis Armstrong. The fat guy started to get up and dance.
"I love this fucking tune, Maxie. Hello Dolly, this is Louis Dolly," at that point he pulled out a handgun and shot Jackson four times. "Now, Payne, let's get one thing straight, you can say whatever you fucking want in this fucking country, that's what makes it great. But it's mother fuckers like me that make it hell for mother fuckers like you. Now if you ever talk like that to me, again, I will shove hot pokers in your ass and giant icicles in your dick, I fucking well kid you not!"
Max wasn't put off by it at all. He had heard phrases like that from many a man in Donnie Fish's position, so he just shrugged them off and laughed. And at that point, Max let out a chuckle that made Donnie turn red.
"You think I'm fucking joking, I can show you some fucking hot pokers," Donnie spat as he shouted.
"But where the fuck are you gonna get icicles in July?" Max loved to rile men like Donnie up like this, it made him feel special. "Donnie, do whatever the fuck you want, just keep an eye on your family. Little Lupino has made me pissed, and I'm gonna take it out on you." Max was shouting at himself in his head 'what the FUCK are you doing. Don't threaten the guy, that's insanity.'
It was then that Donnie ran out of the room. And Max took this opportunity to knock Jinny on to his back. Max got up, jumped threw his cuffs and wrapped his arms around Jinny. He dropped the shotgun and choked. Max showed no mercy and didn't stop until Jinny stopped shaking. Now was his time to go. He picked up the gun and flipped it upside-down. It was a perfect bat.
He made his way down the corridor with the cuffs still tight around his wrists. They were beginning to hurt. The drug they gave him must've completely worn away. He stopped at a corner and listened. He heard footsteps.
