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DudeYerGettinADelmon: damn hes gotta be enjoyin this shit if he aint killed her yet |
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BorasStone: Well we've got no time to lose. Do me a favor, lad, and grab me my satchel of greenbacks. I feel like giving you sprouts a raise. |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: oh hell yee where them shits at |
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BorasStone: Down this here well, of course! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: damn son that shit look steep you sure it aint at wachovia a some bullshit |
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BorasStone: There was no time, m'boy! Now get your thieving hind down that well! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: aight but only cuz ya axed so damn nicely
/descends well |
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BorasStone:
/slides stone tablet over well |
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**Online Host** SteakGrowsOnDmitri has entered the chat room |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: yo we gotta split this joint reeks like dead bitches |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: whered homie go |
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BorasStone: Put him to work, I did! No use in having two scrappers idle while there's work to be done. He's back at the office totalling our expenditures. |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: ... |
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BorasStone: Err I mean he's delivering the daily memorandum! |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: ... |
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BorasStone: Driving a racecar. |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: damn kid i get dibs on next job where ya either haul ass or make fucken cash |
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BorasStone: The pip was quick to squeak, so I told him we'd be right along. We better shake a leg or this could take us a fortnight! |
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**Online Host** Later that day at Boras' Lair the two are seen casually strolling through a windy hallway made of cruel stone. Dimly lit oil lamps line the twenty foot walls. |
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BorasStone: Y'see, you two make a great team. You're the brains of the body and Delmon there's the brawn. |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: ya i feel dat
/rips meat from one of three rotisserie chickens |
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BorasStone: That's why I'm taking you under my wing as my protege. Business has been booming, far too large for me to handle on my own. I need a young buck with the wit and grit to keep us out of the red. |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: now what kinda bidness yall runnin cuz i aint bout to serve rock like some punk ass fuck |
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BorasStone: No, no! That's fodder, boy! We simply get players the most money they can. |
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BorasStone: We realize that in today's badger ox market players can be paid thrice their worth upwards from 4 years. These big market teams just bring out wheel barrels full of loot for any player who's had half a good season. |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: yo you lookin to buy some crack |
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BorasStone: I need you for much more, chap. How would you like to be the highest paid player in baseball? |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: shit that sounds aight |
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BorasStone: All you have to to do is sign here: |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri:
XDMITRI YOUNG |
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BorasStone: Greeeeaaaat. Why don't you head downstairs and grab yourself a barrel of lager to wash down those birds. I'll be there in a jiffy! |
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SteakGrowsOnDmitri: fuck yee time to get my spin on |
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**Online Host** SteakGrowsOnDmitri has left the chat room |
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BorasStone: It was all so easy!!! Now I have control of the most important man in baseball. We can't risk anything though. |
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BorasStone: We must kill Dmitri Young. |
