Chicken & Brocoli

[Santino Gambetti]

Carmine Biancco pulls up to a local bar in the middle of the desert in his yellow & white Cadillac. He gets out and enters the bar. As he enters he sees a Triad leader, Wu Chung Li, eating some sushi with some chop sticks. Carmine walks to his table and sits down:

Carmine: So you're Wu?
Wu: Yeah, and who the fuck are you?
Carmine: I'm Carmine Biancco. I represent the Costellos.
Wu: Oh yeah, well in that case... fuck you!

Carmine realizes that he's left his weapons back at his San Fierro safehouse, but he quickly notices that Wu is by himself with no guards:

Carmine: Fuck me, huh?

Wu then spits in Carmine's face:

Carmine: That was so unwise.

Carmine then grabs one of the chop sticks and shoves it up Wu's nose. The chop stick stabs Wu's brain and kills him instantly. Carmine then leaves.

[Craig Dillard]

Cruising through the deserts of Las Venturas with his friends in a van, Trey stopped by the bar to get a snack. The TGM enter, but are surprised by the sight of a dead man on the floor. Two other Chinamen picked him up.

Trey: What happened?

Chinamen 1: What the fuck do you care?

Chinamen 2: You fuckin' nigga.

Normally a word "nigga" would never enrage Trey, but now he felt offended. He approached the Chinaman and began to speak quietly.

Trey: Watch out, yellow boy. That attitude can get you into some serious trouble.

Triad gang member pushed Trey while the other one drew a gun. However, one of TGM quickly shot him dead. Trey punched the Chinaman hard in the stomach and pushed him hard. Chinaman fell on the ground.

Chinaman: You're gonna pay for that.

He stood up and took a kung-fu fighting stance. Trey attacked, but a strong kick to the chest blew him to the opposite wall. He ordered the men to hold fire, and approached the Triad member again. The man roundhouse kicked him in the head, and Trey fell. Trey lost his patience and drew his gun.

Chinaman: Coward! You're scared to fight!

Trey fired five shots. Chinaman fell down, dead. Surprisingly, Trey peacefully holstered his gun, and sat on the barstool.

Trey: Barman! Gemme a beer here.