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- (Troll delivers his bag at the Francis International Airport, Liberty City)
- Troll Pro: After five years on the East Coast, it was time to go home.
- Trollpro (phone): 'Sup?
- Erik "Erio" Abraham (phone): Troll, it's Erio.
- Trollpro: Wassup, Erjo, what you want?
- Erjo: It's your computer... It's rip, bro.
- (Trollpro takes a cab, which is being pulled over by a police car)
- Officer piotrek19975: Passenger, show us your hands.
- (Trollpro exits the cab and slowly walks backwards towards the police car.')
- piotrek19975: Stop. Get down on your knees. Now down on your stomach.
- (Trollpro does what he is told by piotrek19975)
- piotrek19975: There you go. I'll take that, Warzu.
- (Officer Warzu gives Trollpro's money to piotrek19975)
- Trollpro: Hey, that's my paper, man. That's money.
- piotrek19975: This is money for a new computer.
- Trollpro: My money, man.
- Officer Kajtko: Hey, don't worry about it, I'll fill it out later.
- piotrek19975: Welcome home, Troll. Glad to be back? You haven't forgotten about us, have you boy?
- Trollpro: Hell no, officer piotrek19975. I was just wondering what took y'all so long.
- piotrek19975: Get in the car.
- (Warzu and Kajtko takes Trollpro to the back seat of the police car)
- Trollpro: Ease up, man. Damn.
- piotrek19975: Watch your head.
- (Trollpro bangs his head against the police car)
- piotrek19975: Oh! My bad.
- (Kajtko laughing)
- Kajtko (yelling at cab driver): Get outta here, you greaseball bastard! (normal voice): Stupid Cebulak. (looking at Warzu): Oh, hey, sorry.
- Trollpro: My bag. Hey, man, my bag!
- piotrek19975: How you been, Trollpro? How's your wonderful clan?
- Trollpro: I'm here to bury my computer. You know that.
- piotrek19975: Yeah, I guess I do. So what else you got shakin' Trollpro?
- Trollpro: Nothing. I live in Świnoujście City now. I'm clean. Legit.
- piotrek19975: No, you ain't never been clean, Troll.
- (Kajtko finds a gun)
- Kajtko: Well, what've we got here?
- piotrek19975: This is a weapon, Officer Kajtko, that was used to gun down a police officer not ten minutes ago. Officer Honix. A fine man, I might add. You work fast, nigga.
- Trollpro: You know I just got off the TT-Line.
- Kajtko: It's a good thing we found you and retrieved the murder weapon.
- Trollpro: That ain't my gun.
- piotrek19975: Don't bullshit me, Troll.
- Kajtko: Yeah, don't bullshit him, Troll.
- Trollpro: What the fuck you want from me this time?
- piotrek19975: When we want you, we'll find you. In the meantime, try not to gun down any more officers of the law. (laughing)
- Trollpro: You can't leave me here. It's Cieniak's country.
- piotrek19975: I thought you said you was innocent, Trollpro? That you don't bang?
- Kajtko (police radio): This is car 58...
- piotrek19975: See you around, like a donut, Trollpro. (laughing)
- (Trollpro is thrown out of the police car)
- Kajtko (police radio): WHAT? Officer Honix's down? We'll be right over.
- (The police car drives out of sight)
- Trollpro (to himself): Ah shit, here we go again. Worst place in the world. Stary Grzesia's country. I ain't represented Bursztynowa Street in five years, but the Cieniaks won't give a shit.
- Trollpro (to himself, when approaching Bursztynowa Street): Bursztynowa Street - Home. At least it was before I fucked my computer up.
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