Trouble Clef

John managed to get ram into the outside wall causing Cross-Lanes to jump off of him and land on her feet spectacularly.

Then just as she charged at John, he dodged as she ran into a wall head first.

“Gezz not really bright are ya.” Said John as he walked in after Cherry Picker.

Meanwhile with her.

She looked at saw Trouble Clef hypnotizing the people there with his music.

His spinning records were actually a woman’s breasts that were being spun and twisted by Trouble Clef as he continued the party music.

“Oh ya my beats are so amazing, they’re making everyone here lazy.” Said Trouble Clef in rhyme.

Then a large muscular woman came in.

“Oh hello HeadLock, hows the boss.”

“The boss sent me here to ensure no more fuck ups for either you two.”

“Um what are you talking there’s only me here fool.” He said as HeadLock went towards a door and grabbed BlackJack.

“Now there’s two of you.” She said as she went towards a bar to get some vodka.

“So what’s you're name.”

“BlackJack, you.”

“Names Trouble Clef, Trouble with a capital T.”

“Arghh.”

“Waz wrong cuz.”

“I can’t believe I lost my job, to some muscular yellow haired cock lord.”

“Wha...”

“Some hitmen came into my room, stole the princess from me and now I have to get both of them.” He said

Cherry Picker was looking around to see if the coast was clear.

Then John came in and held his finger towards Trouble Clef.

“If you’ve been hunting Trouble lad, you found it.” Said John as he cracked his knuckles.

“Wha.... the ....FUCK.” Said Trouble Clef as he was about to run with BlackJack.