a). Be struck by a big German car and killed.
b). Knifed, never shot, by a big Drug Thug.
c). Suicide, because he is a Manic-Depressive. What? The guy we bought these records from was lying? Get to his doctor! What? She won't talk? A law? What the hell...? This is Vito, she better....he knows who? And who? Really? We did not know that. That story is true? Oh, shit!
d). Get arrested. He did what with the cops? They did what? Really? Secret Service? You mean to tell me that shit is true? Man, we're screwed.
e). Attacked by dogs and eaten. He likes Darrel's dogs? He feeds them? He took care of a quirky Rot? Got pit bulls? What the fuck? He knows Tip? From a puppy you say? Oh man, this sucks! We gotta do something.
>LIKE GET OUT OF TOWN, YOU WELFARE-SUCKING, LYING, SPYING, PIECE OF PUTRID EXCREMENT. I'VE GOT WORK TO DO, AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS<
p.s. Selling illegal drugs, perhaps? Good for you. I hear it is quite profitable. Stay away from me, however, or I might be forced to kill your worthless ass.
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