The End of the Line

All intros have come to a full stop. Ma started to intro us too late in the game. The young boys have matured early and are now a non negotiable little gangsta group. They are out for blood… ok, so maybe not blood but they are calling it their territory. They have the nerve to ask for payment in order to allow us to play on their turf. What the heck! It was our turf before it was theirs. And their payment, a full body groom, can you believe that? I for one am not putting my teeth on that disgustingly oily skin. Buck grease is not something I can to taste. Who the heck do they think they are… or ya, they are the boys in that bright white sports car, waving their arms in the air, who do they think they are and where did they get that car. But replace car with high levels of testosterone. They are seeping hormonal drive. Meanwhile the rest of us just stand around thinking… ok. Settle down little boys. So anyway Ma decided to have our play times separated. That does suck in some way cause that means we only get to come out for an hour a day. BUT! Payback is beautiful… I hear they are getting the snip. tee hee Already Matou and Rocher got done. We no longer smell them. Hahaha Next will be Echo and Bug. I love payback!