Crimson: Hi all.  JJ is busy with other things at the moment so he's letting me take charge for a while.  Sadly, he hooked a small electric shock collar to my neck, just in case I try to ruin the story.  Even thinking about it will…

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Crimson: OUCH!  Let's just get on with the story.

(Disclaimer: I do not own GTA, Nerf, or any candy industry.  I'd be insanely rich if I did.)        

The door was shut behind Jimmy as he entered. "Seems like Tony can't keep an eye on his customers," said the kid holding the dart gun.  "Rrrreallyyy?" asked another kid who was also in the room. The other kid had candy wrappers by his feet.  He was twitching and it appeared as though he was more interested in his tye-dye shirt than in Jimmy.  "What's your name, kid?" asked the gun holder who stayed behind Jimmy.  "Uhhh… Rumplestiltskin," lied Jimmy.  "Leave the kid alone, Tony," said the twitching kid, still staring at his shirt, "come check out the color on my shirt.  They're, like, dancing." "Drat it Hype, you got hyped up out of your mind again didn't you?" "Maybe so, maybe no," said Hype as he opened a pack of Pez and gulped all of it down.  "Wheeeee!" "Man, you've really got to cut down," said Tony as he then turned his attention back to Jimmy.   "Tony?" asked Jimmy slightly confused.  "Yeah, I'm Tony and my brother's name is Tony as well," said Tony (this Tony will now be referred to as Big T. to avoid confusion).  "Yep, yep, yep.  You don't want to mess with me or Big T., hey that rhymed." chuckled Hype as he repeated "me and Big T." over and over again.  Big T. moved from behind Jimmy to his front.  Big T. looked like Tony, except he was 3 years older.  "So Rump, you really anxious for your candy?" said Big T. pointing to a small pile of Pez and assorted candy bars that were near Hype, who was now arguing with himself and losing.  "No…I…I was just looking for the bathroom," Jimmy said nervously as he kept his eyes on the Airshooter.  "Why, afraid you might wet yourself?" laughed Big T.  With that he fired a shot (remember folks, this is a dart gun).  The dart whistled by Jimmy's head and scraped his ear.  He cringed a little from the pain.  With a thud, the rubber top of the dart hit the wall, leaving a very small crack.  Jimmy looked at Big T. who was laughing evil-like as he re-pumped the chamber.  Hype, after hearing the loud pop, had pulled out his gun and began to scream threats at a small stuffed animal in the corner.  Jimmy really wanted to be home now and watching cartoons, but no.  Instead, he was being held prisoner by an evil older brother and his sugar hooked friend who still had no concept of reality.  Time to plan an escape…

Crimson:  JJ also would like to say he's sorry if this chapter appears shorter than usual.  It would be longer if I just…

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