Post by stonedraiders on Aug 15, 2007 17:18:23 GMT -6
The scene shows Blake Ryder and Rex Vinkle in their van. As usual, Blake is driving. It’s still dark outside as Stoned Raiders make their run for the night. It’s at Des Moines, where the next POW event is at. They stop near a traffic light.
Blake Ryder: “Yo man, I ain’t got no clue how deez Iowa people work. We gotta read their minds, man.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho. We go deal sum shit up, shuffle shuffle, yay yay yo, n we good.”
Blake Ryder: “Chyea.”
The light changes to green.
Blake Ryder: “Ya know, we then gotta face da CIA…again.”
Rex Vinkle: “Yo man, I know their probs.”
Blake Ryder: “Wut it do?”
Rex Vinkle: “They need sum of our shit! They gotta smoke it n be good bout it.”
Blake Ryder: “Yea yea, n we’ll discount since their ass be goin kicked anyway. Yo, check this busta out.”
They spot a mid-30s male walking on the sidewalk. He has a gray hoodie on and black pants. The van pulls up next to the guy. He stops and looks at the two.
Man: “Hey.”
Rex Vinkle: “Hey homie, seems like a coo night up in hurr. You can make it even cooler…wit our shit. All da way from Ohio, da weed state!”
Man: “Can I see it?”
Rex pulls out a large hunk. The man grins.
Man: “Thanks.”
Suddenly, three cops, from behind a house, pop up. They all point their pistols at the van. The tag team duo gets startled.
Blake Ryder: “Yo Rex…how much of dis shit we got?”
Rex Vinkle: “…a shit load, mayne…”
The man pulls out his own pistol.
Man: “You’re under arrest…”
Blake Ryder: “Yo man, I ain’t got no clue how deez Iowa people work. We gotta read their minds, man.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho. We go deal sum shit up, shuffle shuffle, yay yay yo, n we good.”
Blake Ryder: “Chyea.”
The light changes to green.
Blake Ryder: “Ya know, we then gotta face da CIA…again.”
Rex Vinkle: “Yo man, I know their probs.”
Blake Ryder: “Wut it do?”
Rex Vinkle: “They need sum of our shit! They gotta smoke it n be good bout it.”
Blake Ryder: “Yea yea, n we’ll discount since their ass be goin kicked anyway. Yo, check this busta out.”
They spot a mid-30s male walking on the sidewalk. He has a gray hoodie on and black pants. The van pulls up next to the guy. He stops and looks at the two.
Man: “Hey.”
Rex Vinkle: “Hey homie, seems like a coo night up in hurr. You can make it even cooler…wit our shit. All da way from Ohio, da weed state!”
Man: “Can I see it?”
Rex pulls out a large hunk. The man grins.
Man: “Thanks.”
Suddenly, three cops, from behind a house, pop up. They all point their pistols at the van. The tag team duo gets startled.
Blake Ryder: “Yo Rex…how much of dis shit we got?”
Rex Vinkle: “…a shit load, mayne…”
The man pulls out his own pistol.
Man: “You’re under arrest…”