Chapter 2: This thug wont shake for a long time

Fuck you Brandon said, this is far too serious for a stupid request. Hours later Brandon pulls all of his legal guns from the car in a 1 man band style, with anger from the bottom of hid heart, and the thug style martial art, he is sure to beat those cops. Brandon comes in seeing his friends and family tied up but the cops nowhere to be seen. Brandon screamed: COPS COME OUT, IM GONNA DO THE THUG SHAKE, the cops not dumb enough to not put cameras around the room has spoken on the inbuilt microphone in the camera. We see 5 different guns on you, one on your back, 2 in your waists, 1 in your hand and 1 more on that oily bottom of yours.

SHUT THE FUCK UP! im taking my boys with me Brandon said, my thugalicious thug shaker aint worth you fuckers. Oh yeah? how about this for size. A ticking sound below dreamybull's chair. IS THIS A BOMB YOU FUCKERS?! You got 15 minutes to do the thug shaker or else we're gonna "BLOW" this place up as laughter sprouts from his mouth. Brandon tries to free Dreamybull but its of no use, and an idea pops on his head, "How about my guns?". He shoots his guns on each of the chains to free his friends. As he does the cops come in the room exclaiming, I gave you a chance Brandon,maybe behind bars is enough for you, but 6 ft under is? Brandon shoots his guns as fast as he can shake that thug ass. The cops shocked dont shoot as its too fast to track. Dont mess with us thugs Brandon said. Him and his squad each gets a gun amd gets on a hard car chase with the Florida police department.

To be continued...