Wall Street was already capturing an out-sized

Wall Street was already capturing an out-sized portion of total U.S. profits and revenues, and the military-industrial complex was already running amok in a number of small nations

so I figured if I robbed a 7-11 no one would notice or care. Boy was I wrong. The Cops acted like I was Bernie Madeoff or something. I tried to tell the judge that what I did was

well within the expectations of the situation. It was a 7-11, after all, and it was 3 AM. He threw the book at me -- literally. I ducked and it hit a cop, knocking him

on his doughnut enhanced ass. As I hid behind the baseball cap display rack, the cop shouted " You Pakistani bastard your under arrest." "1st I'm from Jersey and 2nd Screw you!"

The agitated cop pulled out his weapon. "Resisting arrest, camel jockey?" I exploded with rage at the public servant's obviously racist taunt, jumping from behind the cap rack.

"ALALALALA MUHAMMAD JAFAR" I bellowed, raising my gun-staff over my head. Of course, the police officer recognized I was wielding a weapon, and shot me up on the spot ghetto-style.

Flat on my back. I must've had at least 20 rounds in me. Seriously, you could see the pavement right through all those holes! Time to keep mr. Lucifer S. up to his part of the deal

As I lay there on the pavement, my sight began to grow dim... "Lucifer? Where art thou, O Prince of Darkness? Return my soul NOW! We made...UGH...a...deal..." Clutching my chest,

on that bet." I looked at my soul; it was full of holes. Pitch stammered, "Sorry, I tried to get the sulphur smell out and... you know." Last time I deal with this company.