**Old prospector Ben decides to take a walk on down to the local store to buy a pack of ciggies, he swore he'd go cold-turkey after the havoc they wreaked on his frail lungs, but the lung lollies are hard to give the flick.
He shuffles into the door, flinches as the electronic beeper signals that he has entered "dee-doo". He drags black phlegm from the back of his throat and hocks a loogie into a tin spitoon just inside the door. It slaps into the metal, the sound reverberating through the almost empty store.
Ol' Bill epsies meemee and J2R conversing in hurried undertones, he nonchalantly starts rifling through some magazines on the shelf, intent on their conversation. He catches snippets of their dialogue
"Hot buns..." meemee whispers (is it a code for something, wonders the muddle-minded prospector, too many years down the mines turned his brains to mush)
"Come back from MFKville before sunset" replies J2R, the goss gets juicy, prospector Ben is listening intently with both ears
He continues shuffling through the produce, drawing nearer to the conversation but they both suddenly stop and perk their ears.
"May I help you sir?" Asks meemee, obviously suspicious and flustered that somebody was listening.
"Urh... I 'pologise ma'am, I was awnly a-lookin' for some tabbacie"
"We don't stock it here, I'm afraid" she replies and turns an icy-cold staer upon the poor man.
Old Ben flees the store as fast as his arthritic knees can take him, what he saw in there chilled him to the bone, could the mafia be among those who he trusted most?
He shuffles into the door, flinches as the electronic beeper signals that he has entered "dee-doo". He drags black phlegm from the back of his throat and hocks a loogie into a tin spitoon just inside the door. It slaps into the metal, the sound reverberating through the almost empty store.
Ol' Bill epsies meemee and J2R conversing in hurried undertones, he nonchalantly starts rifling through some magazines on the shelf, intent on their conversation. He catches snippets of their dialogue
"Hot buns..." meemee whispers (is it a code for something, wonders the muddle-minded prospector, too many years down the mines turned his brains to mush)
"Come back from MFKville before sunset" replies J2R, the goss gets juicy, prospector Ben is listening intently with both ears
He continues shuffling through the produce, drawing nearer to the conversation but they both suddenly stop and perk their ears.
"May I help you sir?" Asks meemee, obviously suspicious and flustered that somebody was listening.
"Urh... I 'pologise ma'am, I was awnly a-lookin' for some tabbacie"
"We don't stock it here, I'm afraid" she replies and turns an icy-cold staer upon the poor man.
Old Ben flees the store as fast as his arthritic knees can take him, what he saw in there chilled him to the bone, could the mafia be among those who he trusted most?
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sorry Jdub
