Post by Joey Corleone on Aug 22, 2009 22:55:41 GMT -5
Joey Corleone drives along a road and finds a railroad. "What do we have here?" he said to himself. He pulled over, got out and walked towards people working on a train.
"Howdy, people" Joey greeted. "What's going on?'
Joey is dressed in a white shirt, brown leather vest, leather pants and brown boots. He also had a cowboy hat on his head, giving a perfect impression of a cowboy.
"There's something wrong with it" a man said.
"What are you carrying?" asked Joey.
"Crate of weapons," blurted out a feeble looking man. Everyone else in the area stared at the man.
"We demand you to go away from here, Mister" roared a working man.
"Alright, fools. I'm out" Joey said, turned around and started to walk for his car.
"Egli è un pollo!" shouted a man in Italian, followed by a roar of laughter from the workers.
Joey turned around, glared at the man who called him a 'chicken'.
Joey walked towards him, seized him by the collar and jarred him to the ground with a hard right punch. As the man went down to the ground, the others stared in surprise.
"Alzati! Ora, chi è il pollo?" Joey roared, intimidating the man.
"Get him!" shouted a worker and all were coming at Joey.
Joey grinned, opened his magnum from the gunstrap and aimed at the man who just called him a chicken. Joey held the man as a hostage, and demanded him to the safe. The others protested but the man had no choice. As he led him, Joey asked him the combination and the man gave him one. Joey tried it, CHACHING! MONEY$!
Joey got out, dragging the safe and still holding the man as a hostler. He dragged the two, headed for his car and opened the passenger seat door. He put the safe in and shut the door. As the guards' attention was drawn towards Joey, people were piling the weapon carts into truck. Joey realized they were his men, with a grin, he shoved the man aside, got into his black 1931 Convertible Sedan. As the engine roared to life, the workers opened their pistols and started shooting at Joey.
Joey sped away and soon, a truck full of crates followed him!
"Howdy, people" Joey greeted. "What's going on?'
Joey is dressed in a white shirt, brown leather vest, leather pants and brown boots. He also had a cowboy hat on his head, giving a perfect impression of a cowboy.
"There's something wrong with it" a man said.
"What are you carrying?" asked Joey.
"Crate of weapons," blurted out a feeble looking man. Everyone else in the area stared at the man.
"We demand you to go away from here, Mister" roared a working man.
"Alright, fools. I'm out" Joey said, turned around and started to walk for his car.
"Egli è un pollo!" shouted a man in Italian, followed by a roar of laughter from the workers.
Joey turned around, glared at the man who called him a 'chicken'.
Joey walked towards him, seized him by the collar and jarred him to the ground with a hard right punch. As the man went down to the ground, the others stared in surprise.
"Alzati! Ora, chi è il pollo?" Joey roared, intimidating the man.
"Get him!" shouted a worker and all were coming at Joey.
Joey grinned, opened his magnum from the gunstrap and aimed at the man who just called him a chicken. Joey held the man as a hostage, and demanded him to the safe. The others protested but the man had no choice. As he led him, Joey asked him the combination and the man gave him one. Joey tried it, CHACHING! MONEY$!
Joey got out, dragging the safe and still holding the man as a hostler. He dragged the two, headed for his car and opened the passenger seat door. He put the safe in and shut the door. As the guards' attention was drawn towards Joey, people were piling the weapon carts into truck. Joey realized they were his men, with a grin, he shoved the man aside, got into his black 1931 Convertible Sedan. As the engine roared to life, the workers opened their pistols and started shooting at Joey.
Joey sped away and soon, a truck full of crates followed him!