mancster: ite mate, you got a spare cig on ya by any chance?
randomer: no, sorry mate, none left
mancster: you shitin me? let me check ya pockets den
(mancster pats strangers pockets n pulls out the cigaret bos)
stranger: uuurg...
mancster: your jacked, BRAP BRAP BRAP!
strangers
dead
a mancster can be
scene plodding around the local offlicence in an air max nike tracksuit with nikey 1:
10's on, which are, of course, bought form cheatam hill, and
fake