Chapter 2: Tony’s Been Moonlighting!
Smack, crash, the shattering of a glass bottle over Sam’s head “Come on, Sammy! It’s not total slave hood up here while I see you bundled up all nice and warm countin’, shippin’, toy after toy,. I know you make a salary and I want my f*#@ing money! “I don’t got it, Tony! I’m tapped out, man!” Sammy struggles to talk, to reason with Tony hoping for some kind of sympathetic reprieve. “It’s gonna workout, Sam. I gotta deal for you. Since you can’t pay me the money you owe me, we’re gonna do a little thing together.” “Tony, I can’t rip off the shipping department, what are you talkin’ about?” Smack, Tony slaps some sense into Sammy. “Ahhh!!” Sammy cries out in pain and promptly shuts up like he’s supposed to. “Listen up, Sammy. You’re in charge of shiiping/receiving. So, you’re gonna fill phony orders from my toy store syndicate in Jersey, suply them with da toys at the discount of free, till’ you’re paid up.” “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!!!” Sammy shouts out as fast as he can agreeing with Tony in an attempt to keep Tony’s crew from beating him any further.
“The pole’s a big place, they’re never gonna miss a teddy bear here and a dolly there.” Tony says in supreme confidence due to the enormous success he’s had in business on the pole.
