A few days later, Glaze admitted that Packie tramatized.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Packie tends too forget himself.. But it's still better than Pinkie's first week with Trevor" Carly said.


DAY ONE:

"Where the hell is she?" Michael asked himself, as he and Trevor anxiously looked around.

"H -Hello sir's, can I get your names?" Pinkie asked.

But Trevor, seeing that she's an employee, and being a bit short on 'manners', responded by grabbing her by the throat with one hand, and menacingly walking forward, and Pinkie walking backwards because of this, chocking loudly.

"Where the FUCK is Tracy Townley, eh!?.. Tracy-fucking-De Santa!?" Trevor demanded, before throwing her down on her knees, releasing the choke hold.

"Screw that!, WHERE THE FUCK'S LAZLOW!?" Trevor angrily screamed at her.

Pinkie, scared for her life, gave away Lazlow, and pointed to the stage entrance.

Trevor stormed in, as Pinkie was recovering herself.

Michael looked at her for a brief second, before following Trevor onto the stage.


DAY TWO:

"P -Please don't kill me!" Pinkie bagged.

The man ignored her, but suddenly he was thrown onto the wall.

"T -Trevor! Thank god" Pinkie cried in relief.

But Trevor pulled out a knife, and if Pinkie wasn't already traumatized, this would probably do it for her.

Cause Trevor stabbed the knife quickly into the guys neck, but not very deep. And than pulling it out and stabbing it deep into the guys stomach, as the guy bled from his mouth, and died. All in front of her.

Trevor looked down at the body, but than started getting shot at by the second guy, Trevor dodged the bullets, and threw the knife, hitting the guy wait in the eye (like in Modern Warfare 2).


DAY THREE:

Pinkie, though not completely comfortable with this. Started robbing stuff, anything that seemed important.

But at one point she screamed in pain, and nail shot though her hand, and held the said hand against the wall, trapping her there. Very painfully.

The other guy aimed his revolver at the creepy silhouette figure, but was shot though the bain by another nail.

Panicking, Pinkie struggled to free her hand, but the figure (now shown to be Johnny holding a nail gun as his weapon of choice for some reason).

"Messed with wrong motherfucker, didn't cha?" Johnny said sadistically, pumping the nail gun.

Pinkie was in too much pain and fear to reply.

"Now.. I'm only gonna ask this ONCE, little ginger bitch.. Who sent you!?" Johnny threatened.

"... Mr Phillips.. He's my boss" Pinkie said frightenedly.

Johnny paused.

"(sighs) Of COARSE he sent you.. Why am I not surprised" Johnny said, lowering the gun.

"Please biker guy.. I.. I"

"Well.. You don't seem to be a too big a threat.. So.. (rips the nail out of her hand, freeing her)"

"I think I'm gonna need to see a doctor" Pinkie thought out loud.


DAY FOUR:

Pinkie awoken screaming, by a drunken Trevor throwing grenades outside.