Beans is confused. And whens be confused, Beans gets angry.

Jamal is dead. Killed by the bossman. Beans doesnt really understand why but he cant fuck with the boss.

Beans has been cooling his head in one of his usual haunts. A basement club with loud rap, frequent fights and an abundance of hoes.

Beans, being a ghoul can lord himself over the thugs here. Hes the biggest, hes the toughest and hes the meanest.

The last niggah that stepped up and tried to slap him down spent 3 weeks in the ICU and hasnt come back since.

Beans only hit him three times.

So Beans sits in the back of the club. A puffy butted hoe on either side and a few grams of coke cage fighting in his skull.

Hes waiting for Joey, just about the only cracker with the balls to come waltzing into this joint...

I peels caps. All. Day. Long. Maofuckah! I punch people in they fake titties. I could make a fist wit'cho neck in it. They call me the king. KingWheelerBigDealerCapPeeler. That's what they call me aroun' here. I run this whole block Dawg. I got this maufuckah locked-DOWN. Yeah!

What!?

Fuck you mean, 'bullshit'? You don't believe me? Well FUCK you. Yeah I know Beans is a bad maufuckah. But whachoo don't know is I be havin mind-control over Beans, AND that punk bitch Zaine. They be tellin' me 'shut the fuck up'. I be quiet. But when they leave... I be talkin' again. That's right. Mind-Control.

Just don't be tellin' 'em that, or it'll fuck my whole shit up. You can't be mind-controllin' sombody if they know you is. You herd?

So when Beans hit up my pager, I called him up. When he told me to get my krackuh-ass down here, I said 'Iyt'. See. Mind-Control. That maufuckah don't even know. So I come strollin' in right, mean-muggin' the fuck outta erybody in here. I spent half a minute mean-muggin' my own reflection jus' to let everyone know I don't fuck around. I will jump maofuckah. Give me a reason.

Finally when everybody knows wassup, I go over to Beans' table an I'm like. "BREAK YO SEF FOO!!" an he jus' looks at me like I'ma crackhead, so I sit down.

Mind-Control. I'm tellin' you nickuh.

'You smokin Crack boy?' Beans barks at Joey. He looks, in a word, upset. Not in a boo-hoo my dog died way either. More like murdah rape-ah, a baby cries, her mother dies kinda way.

'We have a problem Ulstah.' Beans says, sliding his homeboy one of the many bottles of liquor on the table.

'We be oversupplied. We have so much green its turnin brown. Someones poachin our customers. That be bad economics, you feel up to crackin some heads and checkin somne fools?'

As if he even has to ask...

In response to the question of smoking crack, Joey suddenly drops his silly mean-mug for a look of confusion bfore saying "Man you know I don't fuck wit' dat shit! Shit be makin' you crazy. I only roll on Sherm, dog! An' you know this, man!"

He just as quickly changes his voice to a mockery of some kind of science-nerd from a fifties radio-show to correct Beans' mispronunciation of his name "Actually it's Yoo-stler, my good man." and then cocks an eyebrow and puts his fists on his hips.

It seems as though he was off in some other world for half of Beans' last statement, though he quickly snaps back at the mention of fuckin' people up. "Fuck yeah homie, I already gots my pro-wings on an' erythang! Less do dis!"

Eventually Beans will learn to leave the details out when talking to Joey. Its probably just old habits from keeping Jamal keyed in...

'An after that we should pay Jamals little crack-cunt a visit.'

Beans pushes one of the puffy butted hoes out of his way so he can leave the table.

'Lets go see those toady french fucks who usually buy in bulk. They been awful absent lately.'

Beans has it all planned out, he wont even bother with clueing Joey in until someone needs to have their kidneys ventilated or teeth removed.

'Aight nigga lets roll out.'

Waiting outside beans has one of the blacked out Escalades. He prefered the low low but without Jamal its just not as fun...

Joey has been looking down at his own feet for a while, when he suddenly realizes that he is not wearing Pro-Wings, but Nike. Jamal's Nike.

He was trying to think up something clever to say about Nike, but got caught up in fantasizing about dressing up in a ninja-costume and killing the general manager of the Taco-Hell he worked at like fifteen years ago with a spatula and dunking the man's head in the deep-fryer.

He looks up at Beans when he falls silent, obviously awaiting a response from Joey.

"What?"

"Oh, Iyeet nikkuh, le's go. What'choo wai'in' fo?"

He follows Beans out to the Escalade calling 'shotgun' apparently oblivious to the fact that he has no competition for the coveted position.

Sorry guys, this storyline kinda killed itself before it got off the ground. Considering the competition is ALL in jail...