Thanks guys for all the support. I dedicate this one to the fans, Al the Vykker, and all my dead homies in the hood.
"So you'll do it, Cupcake?"
Cupcake rubbed his rough chin with his grimy, dirty, poopy-fingers. He adjusted his dark hat and continued to think about it. After quite alot of of hat adjusting, he nodded.
"But only under one condition..." said the Cupcake.
"Anything!" said the man in the white coat, "You're the greatest assassin in all of Vegas!"
...
"I want you to pull my finger."
"Wha?"
"YES!!! PULL MY F**KING FINGER!!!!"
The man in the white suit leaned across the table and pulled the Cupcake's finger. He could here a little squeech from below the the cupcake's trousers.
"Hahahaha..." laughed the Cupcake.
The man in the white suit sighed.
"Hahahahahahahahaha..." continued the Cupcake, unable to quit.
"..." said that man in the white suit.
"Hahahahah... *cough* ha... haha... Hahahaha..."
"Are you done ye-"
"HA!"
There was a long pause.
"So are you ready to discuss busin-"
"Ha!"
...
"Cupca-"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!"
...
Both stood their ground. After a long silence, the Cupcake broke back into the conversation.
"So his name's McPoohiemer... right?"
"Yes, that's him," said the man in the swanky white spandex liesure suit, "Filthy McPoohiemer they call him. The most feared pimp in all of ... anywhere!"
The Cupcake looked over the information in the file that he had been handed.
"So... if you don't mind answering me... why... the Cupcake?" asked the man in the white suit... which he hadn't changed yet and was beginning to turn more yellow than anything by this point.
"Are you SURE you want to know!?" asked the Cupcake.
"Uh..." the man thought over it, "...yeah, sure."
The Cupcake stood up, took off his trenchcoat and turned around. He bent over and pulled down his pants and Ninja Turtle underwear. To the man in the white suit's horror, he noticed several tatoos of small cupcake sprinkles on the Cupcake's horrifying, cellulite-encrusted ass.
"One for each job done right..." said the Cupcake as he heard the man in the white suit having a heart attack. He pulled his pants up, put on his trench coat, adjusted the Ninja Turtle undies, and left the room just as the man in the white suit's head hit his desk.
P.S. Al the Vykker: I hadn't considered doing another poster... but I just might. If I do, it may not be released until the end due to it revealing too much of the story.
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