Makes you wonder about the timing of this trip.
Maybe they're going to off SD Soprano syle!
Maybe it's like when you have to take your old dog/hunting partne/best friend/faithfull companion to the vet and have him put down?
(Music from The Godfather is playing quietly in the background)
Trim: Hey SD, what do you think about all of the mods taking a trip to Chicago?
SD: Yes! That would be so elite. An elite trip for only elites!
Trim: You got it buddy! (scratches SD behind the ear. SD's left leg kicks uncontrollably)
(Two weeks later, an SUV full of goEMAW mods cruises the streets of Chicago. Music from The Godfather still plays quietly in the background)
SD: Man guys, this was such an elite idea! I'm having the time of my life. I hope the guys back home aren't turning the board into GPC since we're not around to keep them in line. Hey, did I ever tell you guys that I was the greatest football player to ever come out of SW Kansas? Well, it's true. This one time I....Hey! Isn't that the playground that JPullz used to hoop on when he was a kid growing up here on mean streets of Chicago? You know, the one that they showed on that elite video where he went back to Chicago and we got to see where he grew up and meet his family and see where he used to play when he was an adorable little JPullz? I think it is! We should stop and check it out! What do you think guys?
(Trim and Rusty exchange knowing glances while evil smiles cross their lips as Clams eases the SUV to a stop along the curb)
SD: Come on guys! Oh man, this is great! Just think guys, we are standing on the same playground court where the all time leading scorer, leader of all things adorable, Jacob Pullen (TATLSLOATAJP) used to play as a child! If I were to die right now, I think I would be in heaven!
(Trim approaches from behind, pulliing his silenced Judge from his waistline as SD stands in awe staring up at a goal through which
TATLSLOATAJP used to rain threes)
Trim: It's funny you should say that. Sorry old buddy, but it's time.
SD: Wha...
pfffft...pfffft(double tap to the head)
Daris (slowly shaking his head): It's a damn shame. He was one of the best once.
Stevesie: An innovator. A real inspiration.
Chingon: He just didn't have it anymore. He had outlived his time.
Trim: Let's finish this. Daris, get the backhoe. We'll put him in that grassy spot over there by the bike racks. (Pulls out his phone and dials, there is a slight pause) It's Trim. Yeah, it's done. (Puts phone back in pocket and lets out a heavy sigh)
(The Godfather music increases in volume as the scene changes to a dark office where Sys hangs up a phone, leans back in his chair and smiles while lighting up a cigar like a boss)
