Chapter 1: Gonna Stop Thug Shaking

Brandon: Gotta stop shaking and start making some paper for real, all of those times with those guys were nice but it's time to move on.

*phone rings*

Brandon: 911? I thought it would be the other way around what the fuck?

Police: We have your family, Dreamybull and your Hump day participants, start shaking or else we're gonna kill them! Meet us in the Florida Police Department.

Brandon: Nahh this can't be real, lemme contact my boy Dreamy.

Dreamybull: *Answers phone*

Dreamybull: Hello? Brandon you there? *tearing up*

Brandon: Are you actually being held by the police?

Dreamybull: Yeah Brandon, please give them what they want, they're gonna kill us!

Brandon: Oh shit dawg, FUCK!, imma be right there so follow what they tell you alright?

Dreamybull: Sure, Brandon.

Brandon: Fuck the police! Im gonna thug my shit out on them!

*Brandon Leaves on his car with an arsenal of guns on his back seat*

*Brandon goes to the Florida Police Department only bringing an MW11 with him"

Brandon: You got my boys held up in here?

FPD Front Desk: I'm sorry who are you?

Brandon: Its me Brandon Curington!

FPD Front Desk: Im sorry sir but I don't know who you are.

*phone rings*

Racist Cops: Haha, I knew you weren't actually gonna shake, so we had some precautions, couldn't have our favorite thug behind bars am i right? We're actually in the abandoned building near Allapattah, see you there! Hahaha!.

To be continued.....