Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own GTA3 or any part of it……so don't sue me! 

Please note: This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

                                                                                                                                   

Indeed, it was a busy day for Joe Anonymous. Making a living in Liberty City isn't exactly very easy. It's been getting harder and harder to hijack vehicles these days. Apparently, the populace has discovered an amazing device on car doors called a lock.

Cruising through Harwood in his stolen Stallion, Joe spots a hotdog vendor by the side of the road. Feeling hungry, he stopped his car. He got off and slowly strolled to the vendor. He stood in front of the stand and stared at the steaming hotdogs like an idiot.

"Hey, man! You want a hotdog or something?? Eh? Hey! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf or something?" said the vendor to Joe.

Unfortunately, Joe is so anti-social that he can't talk. Well, what do you expect from a man who spends his days killing people for no apparent reason? So, Joe does the only thing he can do when faced with human interaction; he whips out his baseball bat and swings a homer at the vendor.

The vendor falls as his blood is splattered all over the sidewalk. Joe takes a hotdog and gets back into his car. He takes a slow drive back to his hideout, listening to the car's radio playing softly in the background as he savored his hotdog.