So here I was sitting at my desk doing what I normally did. Though, that normally included me cleaning my chrome 45'. The smoke from my cigarette created wisps of smoke that hung in the hot July air. I then heard a knock on my door and I quickly responded with "Come on in" in my deep manly voice. The door slowly opened and in came a shadow with a very curvy like figure. I have to admit as I thought to myself this dame sure has caught my eye. As this figure came closer to my desk and into the light only then I realized it was actually st33v. My feet which were propped up on my desk suddenly didn't feel so comfortable. What do you want I said to him? There was a look of great distress but I didn't really care as I flexed my huge manly muscles.
The fan slowly hummed in the hot office and st33v explained his problem. Boy was it a problem too. As it turns out st33v has been running a muck with midget drug dealers. He needed some protection that only I could provide, like using two condoms. So what do I get out of all this I said to st33v and I took a puff from my cigarette. Well he said to me
My response to him was simple. For a fee I would be able to help him. In fact, these days any job would be done for a fee. This is how it was in Lathom City. The once bustling modernized city that held much hope for anyone who wanted to make more of their life. But now it was just a urbanized slum city, and all the hope was abandoned for cheap hookers and bathtub whiskey. The neon sign behind my window flicked on and off as I could hear laughter and music from the drunks in the strip club that was right behind my building
