#1 continued...

So I follow the jerk at a safe distance just waiting for the chance to recover what's mine. He jogged down the street to Santa Clara, and made a left into the chainlink dumpster corrall next to the 7-11. I watched in horror as he rifiled through my beloved pak pak wretching as he besmirched my Krylon collection with his filthy hands. He wrangled out the prized can of silver, (huffers heaven,) unbuttoned his coat n' sprayed about half a brand fu---- new of paint into his armpit. then stuck his nose in and gulped up a giant dose. He was all splayed out tweka with his eyeballs rollin back in his head when I knew it was time to make my move. Like a furry fireball, I pounced on his ankle, raked my claws into his putrid flesh, and bit the shit out of his big toe which was sticking out of a hole in his shoe. As he bellowed in pain, I grabbed my pak and made traxx!! That gruesome bastard will think twice before he tries to steal from SQUERL again! Lord help him if he falls asleep under my home tree. Im heading over to my friends now- tune in for part #2 tomorrow.