“Wait!, don't call the police!. I will do anything to not go back to the slammer”. Said the criminal.
“What's your name son?”. Asked Mr. Laden
“Darius Duckling Junior”.” Sir.”.
Darius Duckling Junior was a tall chunky homeless man. He was wearing baggy jeans with many rips and tears on the knees and pockets. There was blood all over his rady old white shirt that seemed to have a rip right through the center of it but seemed to have been sewed up. His face was layered with pimples and abscess of pus waiting to be popped and drained. He looked like a sketchy old guy on the outside, but on the inside he was a whole different person. …show more content…
Said Mr. Laden. “ If I were not to call the police, what could a tall fat man like you benefit me in any way?”
Darius ripped the center of his shirt open. You could see right through him.
“I am one of the last Genies on Earth”
Not wanting to pass up on this opportunity, Mr. Laden ordered Darius to get in the car.
“So you're not calling the police?”
“ I will explain everything on the way to the warehouse”. Said Mr. Laden.
The two vigorously drove off into the deserted streets of Lahore, Pakistan.
“So, What's the scoop? What do you want me for?” Asked Darius.
“ take him out”. Said Mr. Laden.
“Well, who?”
“The Bitch himself”
“Who