We start off in the midst of an epic battle. Good Vs Evil. Right Vs Wrong. Human against Human. Nearing the end. Do we want to hear the story. If we do will we even comprehend it, is there a point, a plot , a reason. Who is to know. Is this world worth anything? Whut is Juggalo Jones after?
One swift kick to the skull, crunching the bones easily. The haters litter the floor in defeat, Jones has done it again.
Back home he cracks open a peach Faygo, his favorite, but, whuts for supper, even though its almost dawn he throws a pizza in the oven, stuffed crust, Yum! The mission took a lot longer than Jones had expected. If only he wasn't betrayed by his beloved JuggaHOE, that whore. Deceiving the family like that. How was he to explain her actions. She played Jones like a fiddle. Stealing his Heart. Stealing his soul, like Satan would do.
"Bitch!" Jones said aloud, even though he was alone in his safe house. At least he got the most important thing back that she had Stolen. The Lost Book of Paint. If that book fell into the wrong hands. Who knows whut would happen
The phone Rang. "Shit!" Jones jumped alittle. I mean, after such a close encounter just hours before who wouldn't be a little jumpy? Right.
SpeakerBox Jack was on the other line, an emergency!
"Whut the Fuck. Right Now. I just got to the crib Homie."
"I know but, this is urgent. We need you down at head quarters STAT!"
With a swift click of the phone Jack was gone off the line and Jones was standing there in utter silence. Which was sort of nice. For once Jones didn't know how to feel. He jumped in his black truck and took off towards the mountains. Deep within the vast forest lay headquarters. Whut could they want this time.......?