Hoboken Steve 2 1 3 1 1
From Create Your Own Story
Immediately, you remove your two desert eagles from under your t-shirt.
"Back off, or I'll shoot," you tell the hoodlums.
"Woah, woah, take it easy, Holmes," says one of the gangsters. "We're just selling, uh cologne."
"YEAH, YEAH, COLOGNE, SMELLS LIKE A FRIGGIN' NICE-ASS SPRING BR--" extrapolates another thug before being silenced by a jab to the gut.
"But, uh, I can see you don't need any. We'll just be on our way."
At this, the gang hustles past you and out of the parking garage.
What the Hell now?
