"SuperBad, you going to have that caddy fixed so that we can go get Winsome Bitch from Jamoke Williams and then claim our $50,000 from Bad Daddy Brown?" Flurries of curses rise through the greasy internals of the Bad Ass Mobile

"Can you hand me that fuckin' 9/16 inch wrench Bad Mother?"

"Sure", there is no movement only the sound of 4 or 5 monster gulps of Jack Daniels as Bad Mother Fucker drifts into a somber slumber along the back wall of the rented garage. SuperBad crawls out and grabs the wrench himself. The look on his face is that of hatred and disgust. As he slides back under the car he grumbles

"Bad Mother Fucker, my ass. Lazy Mother Fucker is more like it. Sitting there sucking on a bottle like some overgrown baby, when I get that money I am going to set his sorry ass straight! Fuckin' asshole"

The howling cackle of the 12-cylinder Ferrari engine wakes Bad Mother Fucker in a stupor. He looks around and than grabs his bottle of Jack Daniels and jumps in the back seat. SuperBad works a little longer tuning the Bad Ass mobile and they roar out of the rented garage and skid to a halt at the fee booth. Superbad turns around " Pay the man, Mother Fucker!" Bad Mother throws out a money clip as the rear tires break loose under the intense power of a Ferrari V12 at full throttle. SuperBad drives like Bad Mother drinks, full on all the time.

They arrive at the crack house as scheduled. Bad Mother Fucker is the first one out of the car his Desert Eagle 50's glowing bright red as he fires at the helpless drugged out lowlifes. SuperBad doesn't even have time to load a clip as Bad Mother surveys the 25 dead. Everything is quiet and not even a bird is heard singing. They are in search of "Jamoke Williams" or at least that's what SuperBad likes to call him. As they walk toward the house the clicking of SuperBad's boots is all that can be heard. Bad Mother Fucker looks over at SuperBad "Show me the reason you wear those fucking boots again?" The sound of shattering bones fills the air as SuperBad starts stomping the dead skulls that litter the lawn. Bad Mother Fucker lets out a laugh as he takes a swig of Jack Daniels.

Suddenly the lawn is littered with stray bullets and Jamoke and his men take aim at the Bads.

"Is that you two jerk-off motherfuckers? I thought I killed your asses last week with the sand in your gas tank.. ha ha ha"

SuperBad frowns as he looks down at his still greasy hands. He jumps up and starts pumping bullet after bullet into the laughing body of Jamoke. Bad Mother Fucker takes out the remaining 3 henchman as they make their way towards the porch. SuperBad kicks in Jamoke's skull with an intensity that Bad Mother has not seen in awhile. He peels the Brooks Bros. Jacket off the mutilated Jamoke and wipes the bits of brain and flesh off of his snakeskin boots. "Lets go get what we came for."

Bad Mother walks in and looks around the beat up shack as he pockets an overstuffed money clip from the table. "It's got to be around here somewhere."

SuperBad comes out of the back bedroom with the screaming Winsome Bitch on his shoulder. Her face has a light coating of cocaine all over that grows thicker around the outer edges of her nostrils. Bad Mother just shakes his head "Bad Daddy Brown is going to be one pissed off hustler when he gets a hold of you. You know you should stay away from the coke, especially after you stole his soul."

SuperBad points to the thin black briefcase in the corner. Bad Mother Slides it onto the barn and retrieves the key from around the winsome bitch's neck. The room lights up with a bright golden glow as the briefcase is opened. Bad Mother Fucker looks at SuperBad with a sly smile and proceeds to take a piss in the briefcase.

"You know I  never liked Bad Daddy Brown  anyway" SuperBad nods and they head off to Las Vegas for the $50,000 reward money.