SCENE 1:
Michael: (speaking to his new group) We're all professionals, we all know the score.. We run in, do what we gotta do. I need heavy pressure on the workers and security. Citizens, are to be handled calmly.
Luster: Now.. We WERE gonna try something more complicated. But considering the place of business, something more simple may be better.
Micheal: Exactly.. We're in and out in 90 seconds guy.. So make it count.
DRIVING TO THE HEIST:
Micheal: Alight. We're about to be accomplishes in a major crime. I need to know I can depend on each one of you. So let's give some backgrounds. Me first. I'm Michael. And I've been doing this for my whole life. So I should hopefully be a good boss.
Franklin: I'm Franklin. I'm new to this type of shit. Bu-
Michael: (rudely) Ya, ya. Great.. Next?
Gustavo: (speaks but nobody understands him).
Micheal: Alright than. (whispers Franklin to stop the van, Franklin dose so)
Micheal: (turns to Gustavo) Out! Get out!
Gustavo: What?
Micheal: I said GET OUT!
Gustavo: (nervously leaving van) I think you tripping, yo. (finally gets out, but unfortantly for him they leave him stranded there and keep driving).
LATER:
Micheal: This is your moment people! Please don't make us waste the hard work your plastic sergins spent on your parthic faces by giving us a reason to SMASH EM IN!.. On the floor, all of you!
(Micheal and the crew start smashing the diamond glasses, and stealing what's inside)
Hacker: Time is running out boys!
Micheal: ya, ya. Tell me this when I actually CARE what your saying. (they run out once all the dimonds are stolen! Where Micheal saves Franklin from a suspicious security guard) "Forget a thousand things everyday, why not make sure this is one of them."
SCENE 2:
Trevor: Give me some of that!
Redneck: What?
Trevor: Come on! My throats as sore as a mother fucker! And I want some of that beer!
Redneck: No way creep!
Trevor: WHAT DID YOU FUCKIN SAY!
Redneck: *points gun* Ya, you heard me! I called you a creepy mother fucker!
Trevor: *headbutts him and steals gun* WE WERE SAYING! *the rednecks start trying to calm him down*
Trevor: I'LL KILL EVERYONE OF YO-... Wait.. Sorry about that *lowering gun* It's just. It's this fucked Canadian lifestyle of mine, always has me made at 'everything'. Please forgive me..
Redneck: It's okay.. But your still creepy
Trevor: *angrily* FUCK YOUUUUU! *shoots the guy, and the game gose into rampage mode*.
SCENE 3:
Trevor: Give me some of that!
Franklin: No man! We're leaving.
Trevor: I want a taste of the other side of the box.
Dealer: No. Go away.
Trevor; *flips the finger to the dealer* FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER *angrily stomps off*
*silence*
Trevor: ... *calmly comes back* I'm sorry, that was uncalled for of me. I just get so angry sometimes.
Dealer: ... Your still not getting any.
Trevor: FUCK YOU I'M NOT! *fights him for it, revealing its not what it's suppose to be*
SCENE 4:
Jimmy: (trying to make YouTube series): Yo, this J doog, up in the hood.
Micheal: (angrily walks in) stop talking like that. Your a fat white nerd. Start acting it.
Jimmy: SHUT UP DAD!
Micheal: You shut up!
Jimmy: Your ruining the show!
Micheal: *mockingly* I think it was 'already' ruined *laugh track is heard, and Micheal smirks proudly as words appear, saying "That's Micheal"*
SCENE 5 (censored):
Trevor: (seeing the game's Theropist): I'm telling you doc! I grieved him! And wasn't even (bleep)in dead!
Doctor: And how dose that make you feel?
Trevor *getting angry*: (bleep) you, why you always asking about my 'feelings'
Doctor: It's my Jo-
Trevor *angry* I had a tough life alright! MY DADDY! WAS NOT! NICE TO ME!
Doctor: And how dose that make you fe-
Trevor: (bleep) YOUUU! *runs over to the deck and violant slides stuff off it*
Doctor: Hey! That's my stu-
Trevor: AHHH!! *punches hole into wall*
Trevor: *insanely* KNOW HOW I (bleep)IN FEEL YET!?
Doctor: Sir. I need you to cal-
Trevor: *dose to the doctor, what he dose to Johnnny Klibitz* (bleep) YOU! WITH A (ten bleeps at once) AND BUCKET OF (bleeeeeep)!
Trevor: *starts destorying the room, while literary 'everything' he says is being bleeped out).
SCENE 6:
Steve: *doing his show* Hi. I'm Steve., and.. I. Well.. GET THAT FUCKIN CAMERA OUT MY FACE *attacks the camera man, and please stand by scene appears*
Michael: (speaking to his new group) We're all professionals, we all know the score.. We run in, do what we gotta do. I need heavy pressure on the workers and security. Citizens, are to be handled calmly.
Luster: Now.. We WERE gonna try something more complicated. But considering the place of business, something more simple may be better.
Micheal: Exactly.. We're in and out in 90 seconds guy.. So make it count.
DRIVING TO THE HEIST:
Micheal: Alight. We're about to be accomplishes in a major crime. I need to know I can depend on each one of you. So let's give some backgrounds. Me first. I'm Michael. And I've been doing this for my whole life. So I should hopefully be a good boss.
Franklin: I'm Franklin. I'm new to this type of shit. Bu-
Michael: (rudely) Ya, ya. Great.. Next?
Gustavo: (speaks but nobody understands him).
Micheal: Alright than. (whispers Franklin to stop the van, Franklin dose so)
Micheal: (turns to Gustavo) Out! Get out!
Gustavo: What?
Micheal: I said GET OUT!
Gustavo: (nervously leaving van) I think you tripping, yo. (finally gets out, but unfortantly for him they leave him stranded there and keep driving).
LATER:
Micheal: This is your moment people! Please don't make us waste the hard work your plastic sergins spent on your parthic faces by giving us a reason to SMASH EM IN!.. On the floor, all of you!
(Micheal and the crew start smashing the diamond glasses, and stealing what's inside)
Hacker: Time is running out boys!
Micheal: ya, ya. Tell me this when I actually CARE what your saying. (they run out once all the dimonds are stolen! Where Micheal saves Franklin from a suspicious security guard) "Forget a thousand things everyday, why not make sure this is one of them."
SCENE 2:
Trevor: Give me some of that!
Redneck: What?
Trevor: Come on! My throats as sore as a mother fucker! And I want some of that beer!
Redneck: No way creep!
Trevor: WHAT DID YOU FUCKIN SAY!
Redneck: *points gun* Ya, you heard me! I called you a creepy mother fucker!
Trevor: *headbutts him and steals gun* WE WERE SAYING! *the rednecks start trying to calm him down*
Trevor: I'LL KILL EVERYONE OF YO-... Wait.. Sorry about that *lowering gun* It's just. It's this fucked Canadian lifestyle of mine, always has me made at 'everything'. Please forgive me..
Redneck: It's okay.. But your still creepy
Trevor: *angrily* FUCK YOUUUUU! *shoots the guy, and the game gose into rampage mode*.
SCENE 3:
Trevor: Give me some of that!
Franklin: No man! We're leaving.
Trevor: I want a taste of the other side of the box.
Dealer: No. Go away.
Trevor; *flips the finger to the dealer* FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER *angrily stomps off*
*silence*
Trevor: ... *calmly comes back* I'm sorry, that was uncalled for of me. I just get so angry sometimes.
Dealer: ... Your still not getting any.
Trevor: FUCK YOU I'M NOT! *fights him for it, revealing its not what it's suppose to be*
SCENE 4:
Jimmy: (trying to make YouTube series): Yo, this J doog, up in the hood.
Micheal: (angrily walks in) stop talking like that. Your a fat white nerd. Start acting it.
Jimmy: SHUT UP DAD!
Micheal: You shut up!
Jimmy: Your ruining the show!
Micheal: *mockingly* I think it was 'already' ruined *laugh track is heard, and Micheal smirks proudly as words appear, saying "That's Micheal"*
SCENE 5 (censored):
Trevor: (seeing the game's Theropist): I'm telling you doc! I grieved him! And wasn't even (bleep)in dead!
Doctor: And how dose that make you feel?
Trevor *getting angry*: (bleep) you, why you always asking about my 'feelings'
Doctor: It's my Jo-
Trevor *angry* I had a tough life alright! MY DADDY! WAS NOT! NICE TO ME!
Doctor: And how dose that make you fe-
Trevor: (bleep) YOUUU! *runs over to the deck and violant slides stuff off it*
Doctor: Hey! That's my stu-
Trevor: AHHH!! *punches hole into wall*
Trevor: *insanely* KNOW HOW I (bleep)IN FEEL YET!?
Doctor: Sir. I need you to cal-
Trevor: *dose to the doctor, what he dose to Johnnny Klibitz* (bleep) YOU! WITH A (ten bleeps at once) AND BUCKET OF (bleeeeeep)!
Trevor: *starts destorying the room, while literary 'everything' he says is being bleeped out).
SCENE 6:
Steve: *doing his show* Hi. I'm Steve., and.. I. Well.. GET THAT FUCKIN CAMERA OUT MY FACE *attacks the camera man, and please stand by scene appears*
Randell was brought towards the farmhouse.
Almost instantly Shane took a disliking towards him. And for no reason at all, Shane began throwing empty beer cans at Randell.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm a human being with thoughts and emotions!" Randell cried angrily.
Everyone responded to this by clapping as if Randell was a cat first learning to use the piano.
Randell rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Rick insisted that Randell's leg will need surgery. Randell admitted his leg is actually fine now, but Rick shot his revolver directly into Randell's kneecap, same leg was impaired on the fence.
"See.. It's getting worse for him" Rick implied.
Herschel agreed to treat his leg.
Randell thanked them, but Shane punched him in the stomach for literary no reason at all, and Shane walked away after doing so.
Well.. That's all I got. So it probably sucked. Had a long day
Almost instantly Shane took a disliking towards him. And for no reason at all, Shane began throwing empty beer cans at Randell.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm a human being with thoughts and emotions!" Randell cried angrily.
Everyone responded to this by clapping as if Randell was a cat first learning to use the piano.
Randell rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Rick insisted that Randell's leg will need surgery. Randell admitted his leg is actually fine now, but Rick shot his revolver directly into Randell's kneecap, same leg was impaired on the fence.
"See.. It's getting worse for him" Rick implied.
Herschel agreed to treat his leg.
Randell thanked them, but Shane punched him in the stomach for literary no reason at all, and Shane walked away after doing so.
Well.. That's all I got. So it probably sucked. Had a long day
