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Be careful who you cross, or you may just end up with a stallion's head in your bed. Or in this case, six stallion cocks up your pussy one after the other.
“I ain’t no fuckin’ rat”, I said. “So why don’t you and the rest of the F.B fucking I go fuck yourselves.”
The feds had barged into my house telling me they had a warrant for my arrest and that they had evidence to put me away for thirty years. But I could tell by the look in all their eyes what they really wanted. As I sat behind my desk wearing my white shirt and my black hat, puffing smoke out of my mouth, I knew I looked every bit the gangster, and I knew it all turned them on. They may have been here to arrest me but, I knew they all wanted to fuck me none the less.
“You will turn state’s evidence Soprano. If you don’t, we will send you to sleep with the horses.”
“Ha ha. You trying to scare me and get all gangster Agent Pena? Actually it’s ‘sleep with the fishes’, and you wake up with a horse’s head in your bed. I think you need to re-watch that movie after you get home and fuck your ugly wife tonight.”
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�Actually, I know what I’m saying. There will be a stallion’s head involved, in fact, many stallion heads, except they’ll still be attached to their bodies, and they’ll still be alive, and those alive bodies will each have three foot pieces of rigid fuck meat.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“What I am talking about is that if you won’t rat on all your mafia buddies, we got six stallions in your back yard out there to gangbang the hell out of that criminal cunt of yours. You see, the F.B.I. are done playing nice Molly Soprano. You got to use animals to catch the animals, that’s how I look at it. Ok boys, grab a hold of her and drag her outside.”
