Gordon: Do you remember where Sam lives?

CC: Yeah, I remember. *drives to Sam's*

Gordon: *Follows CC*

CC: *arrives*

Sam: *Sees Case Cracker* Nice work.

CC: Yeah, I might've jammed the lock r' something though.

Sam: Don't worry about it. I can fix it.
Gordon: I also ran over the pony that owned the car. You won't have to worry about him trying to call the police on you.
Sam: Thanks. Here's twelve grand for the both of you.

CC: Great. *takes his share* Might hit this at the bar later.

Sam: Can I go with you?
Gordon: I'd like to join you too.

CC: Yeah, definitely.

Gordon: Awesome.
Sam: We'll all go in the Wrestler you stole for me. This may be a two door muscle car, but it's got four seats.
Gordon: I'll sit in the back.
Sam: And I'm driving.

CC: Cool. Guess we could go now.

Sam: *Starts car*
Gordon: *Sitting in the back*

CC: *in the passenger seat*

Sam: *Drives*

CC: Know if there's a game on tonight?

Gordon: Depends. Do you like basketball?

CC: Yeah, sure I do.

Gordon: Then the Lakers are going against the Nets.

CC: Sounds good.

Sam: Alright. We'll watch the game as soon as we get there. *Stops at bar* And we're here.
Gordon: What took you so long?

CC: *gets out of the car*

Gordon & Sam: *Get out simultaneously*
Gordon: Let's get drunk.

CC: Yeah. *goes inside the bar*

Gordon & Sam: *Follow Case Cracker*

Bartender: What will it be?
CC: Get me some whiskey.
Bartender: What about you two?

Gordon: I'll take beer.
Sam: Scotch.
Gordon: Do you have the Lakers vs the Nets on television?

Bartender: Of course should be starting soon.

Gordon: Excellent. Thanks.

Meanwhile in Alameda.

Izzy: What happened?
Mexican 35: They... We-
Izzy: You let those assholes steal our weapons! Do you know where they are now?
Mexican 35: No!
Izzy: Then find them!!

Bartender: *passes the drinks all around*
The game starts with the Lakers having the ball.
CC: *drinks his whiskey*

Gordon: The Nets better win this game.
Sam: Seriously? I want the Lakers to win.

CC: I like football more, but I bet the Nets are gonna win this one.

Gordon: Thank you. Somepony finally agrees with me!

CC: *watching the game* We've got the first basket too. *takes a swig*

Gordon: *Laughs, and drinks his beer*
Sam: Your team might have scored first, but the game just started.

CC: Okay.

Sam: *Drinks scotch*

CC: *boos a foul called on the Nets*

Sam: *Laughs*
Gordon: The referee must be fucked up or something.

CC: Must be.

Sam: *Continues drinking scotch*

CC: *takes another drink of whiskey*

Mexicans: *Barging in with guns*
Sam: We got company.

CC: Course we do. *takes a last drink*

Mexican 93: You are surrounded. There is no point in trying to run. Let's go.
Gordon: *Drinks beer*
Mexican Pony 93: I said let's go!
Gordon: Wait for it.
Mexican Pony 93: Hey, I'm talking to you dipshit!
Gordon: *Smashes beer bottle, and sticks it in Mexican's face. He holds him hostage while grabbing his .44 revolver, and shoots the two other mexicans standing by the entrance.*
Sam: *Loads up his Walther P99* If we can't run away from these guys, we'll just have to hide somewhere, and deal with them in here.

CC: Gotcha.
Bartender *reaches under the counter*
CC: *gets on the bartender's side of the booth, kicking the bartender, then taking a shotgun that's under the counter*
Bartender: Hey!
CC: C'mon, every bar has a gun under the counter. And this ain't your fight. *starts to point the gun towards him*
Bartender: *backs up and ducks from ponies with guns*
CC: *points the 16 gauge-Winchester at the entrance*

Sam: You hit the jackpot with that shotgun man.
Gordon: I'm gonna switch to something more powerful. *Grabs M16*
Mexicans: *Walking into the bar*
Sam: *Shoots Mexicans*

CC: *shoots at them also*

Mexicans: *Die*
Gordon: How many are left?
Sam: *Looks out window* Only twelve. A few of them are on rooftops.
Gordon: I'm gonna check the alleyway. *Walks towards the back door*
Mexican 45: *Shoots a sniper rifle*
Gordon: *Nearly gets hit by bullet*

CC: That was loud. You see where that came from?