Sometimes the only proper response is to smash it all.

This club will be easy. The single, simple sign above the door is unlit. The sun hangs low in the western sky making the rusty door look bloodstained.

Beans parks the escalade about half a block away and balls up his mask on his head like a hat.

'Here we be bruthahs.'

Beans spits as he gets out of the truck, duffel bag in hand. This neighborhood is shit. THis is the kind of neighborhood even Beans wouldnt feel safe without his beefy Mac-10.

The place has yet to open. We dont know when the owner gets here... he probably pretends to be as nocturnal as his patrons.

2008-06-05 17:05:44 Beans rolls 8 dice to crack door+ 2 crowbar (Diff 7) 10,4,10,4,6, 8,8,10 (5 successes) +1 potence.

Beans cracks the doors with one quick pry of the crowbar. The rusted piece of crap gives way before he can even apply his meaty shoulder.

'After you, Gents.'

Beans says, holding the door open for his compadres.

Jamal goes straight inside with the mask in one hand and the bat over his shoulder. He walks over to the cash register on the bar as he pulls his mask down, and smashes it with the bat before sliding it onto the floor and hitting each bar stool. He lights a cigarette and waits for beans to help him smash the bar.

Joey already has his mask on. He's had it on since about five minutes after they got in the car when he used his ginsu kife to cut out the nose-section of the skimask to make it look more like a ninja hood... with a mouth-hole. The tore-up thing is sitting half-cocked on his face, somehow making him look like even more of a crackhead than he already did.

He is running around the room screaming and hacking at the speakers, stage equipment and talking mad shit to every inanimate object that he attacks.

"WHAT BITCH!!? YOU WANT SOME OF THIS? I GOT SOMTHIN FOR YOU TOO MUTHAFUCKA! I CATCH WHALES LIKE GUPPIES AND THROW ICEBERGS LIKE FUCKIN SNOWBALLS! YOU DON'T WANT NONE OF THIS!"

Beans shuts the door behind his boys and heads down to join the party. Beans lets out a shrill whistle seeing the place.

'Can we up the angst a little in here homies? My anus aint bleedin yet!'

Cavernous laughter issues from Beans as he sets the duffel of paint and weapons on the floor. He takes up two cans of bright yellow paint and gets to work.

Fag, cunt, slut, cocksucker, bitch, hack, cracker ass fuck-up, huge smiley faces, gang signs are all written across the posters and a giant, triumphant, veiny penis up behind the bar will be Beans masterpiece for tonight.

At Beans' comment, Joey hurls himself into a corner and starts flailing around like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum and screaming in mock-agony. "AAUUAAGGGHHAHA!!! look at me! I'm so EMO it hurts!! LOOK AT MEEEE!"

Giving Joey cocaine was a bad choice. He then jumps up and runs over to the bag of goodies, snagging one of the ball-bats and runs into the bathrooms to work over the porcelain. The other guys can still hear him screaming at his targets.

"MUTHAFUCKA! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, DO YOU? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW SHIT IF IT NINJA-WHIP-KICKED YOU IN YOUR UGLY BITCH-ASS FACE. YOU AIN'T EVEN BEGUN TO EXPERIENCE DRAMA, MOTHAFUCKA. YO MAMMA, YO MOTHERFUCKING BIG FAT CHICKEN FACE ASS MAMMA, DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS DRAMA, MOTHAFUCKA!

Jamal Grabs a bottle of whisky and pounds a few shotsworths outta it before smashing it on the ground, He grabs a good size bottle of gin which he pockets before smashing his bat threw the rest of the bottles and then all of the glasses. He makes his way over to the tables and starts smashing the tops in half before smashing the legs off and throwing the chairs against the walls. "FUCK YEA WE SHOULDA STARTED FUCKIN WORKIN FOR HIM A SHIT LONG ASS TIME AGO NIGGAS!" he says as he samshes the legs off of a chair against the floor.

'Word to that!' Beans yells and he climbs up on top of the bar. Whatever is left for shelving he will kick until it crumples and breaks.

For his final bit of destruction he drops his pants and squats over.

'Taco bell for the fucking win Nigggga!' He yells as he blows a nasty greasy shit onto the bar top in a not so neat pile. To wipe? well, Beans uses whatever measely cash was in the register.

This is not about money after all, this is war.

"AAW damn man, thats some nastey shit nigga!" He joins In laughing as he pisses his name on a wall "Bitch shoulda known not to fuck with zaine!, IM 'prised he didnt gone dont choke a bitch!"

When finished and with a clean ass, Beans jumps down off the bar and with a sloppy, pants around his ankles landing falls to the floor. He will get up and pull up his pants, yelling to the others.

'Lets roll up outa this crunkhole boys before someone calls the damn popos!'

Beans will leave the cans, and stab the crowbar through the front of the bar a few times as he heads up the stairs.