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.....