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Meanwhile, at Young Money HQ in the janitors closet in the storage room of a CitiTrends in Des Moines, Iowa, Lil' Wayne is preparing himself a serving of meth large enough for a T-rex after sneaking Trukfit clothing tagged as South Pole onto the racks in the children's section.As he takes his hits and sits back, the manager comes around the corner, Trukfit shirts in hand.
"E-excuse me, Mr. Carter," he says, his voice trembling from fear, "I know we agreed to let you live back here in return for your team helping clean the place, but we can't have you sneaking Trukfit onto the floor. Customers are complaining about us trying to scam them with counterfeit South Pole."
Wayne clutches his gun, his anger growing from the interruption of his meth break.
"First of all, who the fu*k told you you could come into my office?," he says angrily,"Second, you better find out a way to sell the sh*t, before I have Gudda start rappin over the intercom. Now get the fu*k out before I get irritated."
"Y-yes, sir," the manager says nervously, "I guess I can try to sell it as Ecko.."
"Whatever, nigga. Get out."
The manager leaves, hoping his plan will work, less he and his customers be subjected to Gudda Gudda's raps.
As Wayne sits back and prepares another hit of meth large enough for an elephant so he can relax, there's a knock on the door.
It's one of the other employees with a notebook and pen in hand, a smile on his face as he finally gets to meet his favorite rapper.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne?" his voice shaking with excitement.
"What the fu*k do you want?" Wayne says, his anger rising once more.
"I just wanted to get your autograph" he says holding out the notebook. "You're my favorite rapper, and I just think it's great that you live where I work at now. I can't wait for Carter 5!"
Wayne's mood suddenly changes as tears of happiness roll down his face at the sight of one of his fans praising him.
"Thanks, kid. Who am I making this out to?" he says, fighting back more tears.
"My name is Henry, sir", he says pointing to his name tag, "I can't believe I got to meet you. Can I ask you one question? or two?"
"Yea, but make it quick. I have..something I need to get back to." Wayne says while scribbling "Hinree" onto the notepad and looking towards his pipe.
"I just wanted to know if you really hate Young Thug? I think he's a great rapper and could help you get back to your old ways."
Wayne's eye twitches at the mention of Young Thug. His heartbeat accelerates as he remembers what happened in Atlanta, and how he's releasing Carter 5 before Wayne can put the finishing touches on Carter 5.5.
"The fu*k you mean, fu*k THAT NIGGA!", Wayne screams at the top his lungs, trying not to let the fear show. "Don't ask me about him."
"Sorry, Mr. Wayne", Henry says scared, "I guess my second question is, when are you going to quit smoking meth?"
Wayne grabs his gun as he feels his anger rise to new levels at the audacity of his fan to suggest he quit meth.
"What you say, to me, nigga?" Wayne screams, pointing his gun at the fan. "Quit meth? Are you crazy? I LOVE this sh*t and it loves me."
Henry's heart races as he stares down the barrel of Wayne's gun.
"But, Wayne. Meth is bad for y-"
A gun shot is heard throughout the store as Wayne shoots Henry in the head.
"Bullets are worse, bi*ch", Wayne says as he re-holsters his gun.
As Wayne clutches his pipe and promises to never leave it, the storage room door opens.
It's Wayne's manager, and he's furious.
"God dammit, Wayne! You've fu*ked us up again!", he yells.
"fu*k you mean? He just an employee here." Wayne says as he looks at his manager confused.
"Not him, you stupid tweaker fu*k!" his manager says. "Our driver was at the counter trying to buy some fake Ecko shirts they just put out when the bullet hit him in the heart! We gotta leave before the cops get here!"
Wayne and his manager flee the scene, unable to make their show at the Shoe Show next door, losing out on $34.56 and free light up sketcher for the team, a severe blow to Young Money's finances.
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