The Untouchables ep 7

“Hello Friends. It’s Fatty. Life is so good. It is very good.”

“Oh look there is my favorite stalker sneaking into my place. Such a shame. She still has no ass to speak of.”

Oh Ton Dawg. How are you? I see you have brought your honorable lovely wife again. You are here for the chicken wings.

“Yes and I came to speak to you about business. I hear talk in the executive circles you have been contacted by The family group Kaito Prime about selling your recipe for the chicken wings to them.”

I smiled. “You want to make me an offer then?”

Ton nodded. “I will pay you 10k ebs for you to consider not selling the recipe to anyone.”

“Anyone but you.”

Ton shook his head. “Not anyone. At least not in the immediate future with the way these people are moving.”

I frowned. “What’s going on Ton? Politics or something else?”

Ton looked serious. “It always about the money until they want to fuck you.”

I flinched back and frowned at him. “Okay. But my asking price is 100 million ebs. I’m only willing to go down to 50 million. You were the one that said that bag chasing was the goal.”

Ton passed a note to me and stared at the message. Hmm. “Okay. That looks better then my plan. Why are you doing this though.”

“Fatty. You got a good thing going here. I like the wings and you getting your bag. I like seeing men talk they talk. But, like I said. It’s always about the money until they want to bend you over a fucking table. It was a mistake on both our parts dealing with Hot Dog. You took the most hit with him. I don’t want to see that happened Big Dawg. You just starting to rise.”

I frowned wondering what Hot Dog and a corporation had to do with each other. I wondered now if he was playing a game. “Are you bullshiting me?!”

“Fatty.” Mrs. Dawg said gentle. “He’s telling you to be careful because it’s not about the money for these people contacting you. So you should protect your..backside.” She said with a blush.

I stared at her as I got a weird feeling they were not speaking metaphorically. “Ton. Ah. Okay. Okay. But, what if your wrong and it is about money what then?”

Ton blinked but he nodded his head. “Oh if it is about the money then get you bag Big Dawg. Use what I showed you to take em for all they got.” He said and then passed me another gold ebs card. “Happy Belated birthday Big Dawg. Protect you neck.” He said with a serious note.

Oh shit. This was getting to scary.

“Oh I caught your stream at the last minute. You found your perfect wife?!” Ton asked with a wink.

I smiled shaking my head. “Hell no. I found my perfect sugar Momma. She now has private subscription on my bed. I get wonderful dark chocolate cake and money every time she comes into town. Life is good. The Untouchables will always get the bag and the cake too.”

Ton bent his head back and laughed an evil meancing laugh of pure joy.

The Untouchables ep 5

Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

We’re at Fighting Water’s spot. The Watering Hole. Pull up, Untouchables and enjoy a fun time of gaming, music, excellent beer, debates and…what the fuck? My eyes lock on a face I hadn’t seen in more then a minute.

“What’s up, man?” Tim asked me and attempted to turn around.

“Don’t look, bro. You’ll only get yourself in trouble with your mate at home. I think you should go home now.” I told him.

Tim did a quick glance over his shoulder and froze. I shook my head at him.

“Is she available?” Tim asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Your not her type and she isn’t a hoe. Raw B Money is a millionaire streamer and dangerous and mated woman.”

“You think I can’t pull her?”

I nodded. “You haven’t a chance in the nine hells of touching her let alone pulling her.”

“Why because I’m a Metal Bone. I was born here you know. I got rights.” Tim said. He was working himself up with that foreign alien born dream realm political bullshit.

I got out my Detapad and showed him her page. “Her net worth is on her page. Look.”

“Damn. She has nice tits. Why can’t I shoot my shot, Dawg? Anna won’t find out about it.”

I shook my head brought up another page on the website.

Tim stared in confusion. “I don’t get it. Why are you showing me a picture of some kid and her Dad and what does this have to do with me getting some fresh ass.”

Tim’s mind was locked on fucking so I had to be patient. “It’s the same chick, same age. The big black darkness next to her is her mate. His name and profession is Alpha. He would stomp you out if he thought his female thought to even entertain thoughts of sex with you my friend.”

Tim looked at the picture then at me. “Is he an Untouchable? Is that why your trying to cuck block me?”

I stared at him. “If and when Mr. Alpha becomes or is an Untouchable he would of course be watching this cyberspace stream your on right now.”

Tim stared at me open mouthed. “Your live streaming our conversation. I-“

“Fatty. Is that you my love?” Raw B Money called out to me. She must be having one of her good days.

I smiled at her and waved. “Yes it is. Good evening Raw B. I am sending my donation to your page as we speak.” I said and then looked down at my Detapad to see she had already sent me tip of 500 ebs into my account with a short message. It’s time to collaborate. I hear the Untouchables is popping Boo. Let’s get that money.”

Raw B smiled and then looked over at Tim as he stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes lite up. Not with lust but pure greed. She waved him over to a seat at the card table. She was about to empty old Tim of him money and send him home happily to his wife.

The Untouchables ep 4

Hello Friends. It’s Fatty.

My old friend and business associate Fighting Water dropped by the bar for some friendly conversation and talk business. I had his favorite kind of spring water with splash of lemon and lime. Purified in my own bar. I sold that shit for $5 bottle and took me less then two dollars to set up.

Hey bro. I’m in for the money. Anyway, he wanted me to come by his spot where he and his business partner Cheeky B were going to be hosting a partnership event of gaming and a debate on abolishing the nomad mate pairing. I was more interested in the gaming then the debate. It seemed a mute argument to me. Nomad mate paring contracts were far better then Newark City State corporation marriages.

I started to look around the bar randomly when I saw something that made my fucking blood boil. I saw fucking red. Who in the fuck let that piece of shit in here.

Wait a minute! Is that a fucking notepad?! This mother fucker was trying to steal my smoke hot spicy chicken wings recipe. Fucking thieving piece of shit. “Yo! Get the fuck out here, Hot Dog! You Hot Dog Begging thieving asshole. You ain’t welcome around here. Get the fuck out! Leave that fucking notepad here bitch. You ain’t getting my recipe but I got a bat I can crack against your fucking head bitch.”

Hot Dog got to his feet and quickly left out the fucking door. I couldn’t believe that fuck had the nerve.

“Yo Fatty! Bro. Sense when are you cool with Flow Rider?!” Fighting Water asked me in amused voice.

“What the fuck?! Water. Bro. Don’t bring up that crazy chick’s name, man.”

Fighting Water pointed to Flow sitting in a corner trying to not be seen. She had on a new fucking wig and had done something to her face. But it was Flow Rider. My fucking e-zone stalker.

“Holy shit! That crazy ass bitch is at it again. First Hot Dog now e-hoe Flow Rider. What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit.”

“Your the one that decided to broadcast your bar open story hours on the cyberspace.” Fighting Water reminded me. “She’s not bothering nobody right now. Leave her be.”

The fuck I will. That witch was a fucking e-whore annoying tease. She kept sending me weird text messages and kept telling me that I wanted to ask for her fucking nudes and fuck her. The bitch had a stank attitude and no ass. What the fuck would I want with her no-having-ass. Plus I know she didn’t want to fuck me. She wanted me to want to fuck her. Crazy bitch. “Yo Flow. You can get the fuck out too trick. Get your-no-having-ass out of here. Right now!”

She calmly got up. “You know you want to fuck me, Fatty. Your the one that let me into your bar. How else could I get in? Just admit it in front of your fans on the cyberspace and The unfuckables here.”

Did she just talk shit about the Untouchables?! Okay. I had made my decision. I was at peace.

Fighting Water looked at me. “Fatty calm down Bro.” He said and then he turned to Flow. “You better run, Flow he’s getting the bat.”

Flow took off running as I jumped over the bar. “See later friends. Shoutout to the Untouchables.”

The Untouchables ep 3

Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

I’m having a friendly little chess game with my business brother MD. Witch Doctor. A fine musician and excellent Doctor. Life is good. I haven’t heard from the Hot Dog Beggar in a minute and I can’t help grinning ear to ear as you Newark City slicks says.

“Hey, Fatty. You got a minute?”

I frowned at the voice and looked up.

Oh shit.

Ton Big Dawg was standing in front of me with his life wife and I stared on in surprise befundlement.

“Ton. What the fuck are you doing in the Untouchables? I thought you hated me.”

Ton stares at me and then just throws back his head and laughs an evil madman laugh.

“Yo. You still on that bullshit. That shit was ages ago. I came to give you your flowers Big Dawg. I seen what you been doing here. You growing big. Look I’m sorry for what I said before. I was wrong about you.”

I stared at his evil grinning face. I didn’t trust this fucking bandit. But, Ton never apologized to nobody easily. I nodded. “Apology accepted. Now what fuck are you doing here? Have you lost weight?”

Ton again laughed.

Okay, the story between me Ton is a strange one…

It was back in the days of Fight Club that this bandit mother fucker started some shit with me for no fucking reason other then he didn’t like me. He was a lot more luffy back then. That changed though as he got even more richer.

He started bringing his “tribe” of female attendants around him in fight Club along with his wife in toe. The man is ridiculous. I can’t stand him. Anyway, things did calm down on between us when that rat bastard Hot Dog showed us his ass we finally saw him for the piece of shit beggar he is.

Holy shit I can’t stand that fucking Hot Dog Beggar. I frowned at Ton’s grinning face and amused eyes. “Who put you up to this?”

“Na’ah Dawg. I came to give you your flowers. I respect the hustle and your business mindset. I ain’t on that bullshit. I’m making to much money now for that. Oh here.” He said and passed me over a ebs card and laid it on the table.

Oh shit!

I stared at the gold ebs card. It was the legendary card of ebs cards.. I couldn’t move. It was a fully loaded ebs cards charge with 50k on it at the most. I looked up at Ton. “What are you really here for?”

Ton looked serious now. “I got to get the wings bro and you need to upgrade your business for delivery orders. I know a runner that is the best around. That’s my investment.”

“What do you get?” I asked.

Ton motioned over to the subject our conversation at table where a couple were eating them. “I get a plate of wings every time I show up with my chick. Fatty, I’m rich as fuck. You got the best wings in the dream realm. I got no beef with you. We good?!”

Damn. The Chicken wings. It all made sense now. “I’m taking your card. We good on a day by day basis. I still don’t like you and your short and ugly.”

Ton laughed. “You a funny, entertaining dude Big Dawg.”

I nodded waving him over to a table where one of my serves Tiger G put a plate of chicken wings and a drink. “Welcome to the Untouchables.”

Untouchables ep 1

“Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

Recently it has come to my attention that a jealous hating ass mother fucker has recently been having my name in his mouth about some old bullshit and throwing dirt on my name. (Again)

We here in the Untouchables have a strict rule about saying this jealous hating ass mother fucker’s name. We do not wish to give him anymore attention then he so deserves to promote his failing business esblish-esta

-fuck I can’t say the fucking word.

(sigh)

I shall refer to him as the hot dog beggar.

Hot Dog is a former associate of mean. This I say with deep regret not for the loss association but my part in even starting one with this loser from the jump.

Let’s just just say our problems go back to the fight club era….

There was a lot of gang wars and backstabbing back in the day a Deco-millionaire corpo executive named Ton Big Dawg founded it as a place for people to get off aggressions non violently and make a little money fighting it out in a spirted debate in the red ring.

It was a fun time for me. A time of innocence. I was a new arrival to the city with my family. My favorite opponent was Raw B Money. We chupped it up with the best of them. Fighting Water was a favorite MC and chupper with the best of them. Hot Dog was always going after him for having a corpo job including a hot Nomad mate. He was a jealous hating ass mother fucker even back then. I should have saw Hot Dog’s bullshit back then. Holy shit I was young.

Let the past rest. So I’m sending this message out to Hot Dog. Keep my mother fucking name out of your rat bastard mouth or I’m going to go ham on your ass like I did when I buried your fucking ass in our last and final debate. Last time, fuck you and leave me leave me the fuck alone bitch.

Astro Bros Episode 29

Astro Bros Episode 28

“What the hell is this shit?!”

Astro Bros Episode 26

In the lab: Project S and frustrations with Ai

I’m in a bit of a pause on Astro Bros and Terry Sergio. So far however I’m digging both stories. I’m feeling my way through them trying to keep them fun and interesting. Overall it’s been a success.

I have ideas behind turning one of them in to a comic later but I’ll play it by ear. Incorporating a.i in to the mix has been a mix bag but hits the target on a few episodes.

a.i generating for logo making has been a mix bag of fuck ugly and down right what the fuck is this shit?

I roll with it though. I have a project I intend on cooking up. Project S.

I’ve spent a lot of time building on the Nomad lore and somewhat the corpo aspect of the Cyberpunk dreams realm. I figure it’s time to change it up a bit.

I want to show a type of man that isn’t as flashy and can shine a light on another view point of the nomads and the executive class.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Astro Bros Episode 18

3D illustration of neon gas station and retro car. Fog rain and night. Colour reflections on asphalt

Currently in the lab working on plans.

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Warm Regards

GuardianDogg