Romance in the Air

Dear Fat Louie,

I was wondering when we were going to get back on track. I can't think of a better way to do it than with a nice traditional murder. It was rather fitting that you killed that filthy rat with two of his own kind. It brings a whole new meaning to the term belly dancer now doesn't it.

I am sorry to bring up buisness, but don't forget to take over the pet shop. Remember we are always adding to our under world. Go ahead and name it after yourself. KILLA'S PET SHOP just doesn't have a nice ring to it. FAT LOUIE'S PET SHOP, now that I like. Plus you never know when you might need an Animal to help you with one of you hits.

By the way well we were on our break I have found my current love interest. I know that you will like her to after you hear this story. Sarah and I were walking along the farmers market the other day when a man says, "Hey Killa I know you want to buy some produce, because fruits are usually attracted to fruit." Just as I was about to unleash my blind rage on this man, my girl (the infamous) Sarah C. kissed me on the lips and said, "Don't worry honey let me take care of this one."

It was at this point that she leaped on to the table and grabbed one of the vendors avacados. She then began beating him over the head with it. She smashed his skull with one avacado after another. He tried in vain to fight back with a head of lettuce, but really what is lettuce going to do against a weapon like the avacado. In his last dying breath he said, "I am sorry Killa. Please make her stop." Sarah knowing what I was thinking just smiled and said, "you should have thought about that before you insulted Killa Quinelli," as she finished him off with a final avacado blow to his thick skull.

The article in the Daily Bruin read "HOLY GUACAMOLY! THE SINISTER SARAH C. STRIKES DOWN SILLY SALES PERSON." I think I am in love, and hey she makes great guacamole. Write when you take care of the other two store owners. As always I look forward to hearing about your latest hit.

Killa Quinnelli

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