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BOREDOM STRIKES AND STRIKES AND STRIKES AGAIN- I'M ON MY LUNCH BREAK AND I'M FEELING CREATIVE...

The car pulled up. Looking at the massive neon sign he walked in as he smiled to himself:
"Punk'o'bar-a... what a name"
He walked calmly over to the table where three others sat, all calmly sipping on their beers. One a large, overweight guy a huge t-shirt bearing the the rather clever slogan (or so he thought) 'Fat People Are Harder To Kidnap.' To his right were two other both skinny with greasy black hair one waring a 'Clash' t shirt the other in a plain shirt and tie. The two on the right wore jeans and shirt and tie wore trousers. He sat down.
"Good trip?" He inquired.
"Not bad," the fat guy replied "but airplane food is SHIT"
"Got it with ya?"
"Yeah," said Shirt man putting the baggie on the table "there ya go mate."
"This had better not be fake like last time cos if it i..." he was cut short by the fat guy
"C'mon, last time was a joke- we payed you back didn't we. And you know me, for christ's sake we're old friends!"

The music changed "YES THAT'S RIGHT- PUNK IS DEAD..."
"So do you wanna come by on Friday? It's the missus' birthday and we're havin a party."
"Nah," fat guy replied "mine's goin anal on me. 'You go to too many parties. I NEVER SEE YOU. IT'S YOUR FRIENDS OR ME AT THIS RATE.'How is she anyways?"
"Huh, she has pissed me off major time" still remembering that morning "what 'bout you Dan?"
"Yeah I'll go," Clash man said "Bring a bottle?"
"Yeah. Nate you've gotta come!"
"Nah... too much work to do. My boss is goin' shit house- I'm not even supposed to be here now!" replied Shirt.

After a few hours of mild drinking the four got up to leave. A large dude with a bald head walked over.
"You laughin at me?" he remarked, clearly drunk.
"No," Dan said "we were just leaving."
"You were. Watch yourself- i could kill ya in t-t-t-two minuites!"
The four turned and walked out, the fat guy screaming behind them. He turned to his next victim, a young guy who was also quite drunk. The four hurried out of the bar.
"So I'll see you Friday then." John said calmly as screams and shouts could be heard from the bar and he unlocked his car.
"I'm there!!" Dan shouted back as a large chair went through the window. With that they drove off...