January 24th, 1986

Boss: *Talking on the phone* They've been gone for 5 years. I highly doubt this will bring them back.
Mr. Costanza: *Watching a snow storm in Chicagoat while talking to the San Franciscolt boss* We need to keep trying. They are sabotaging our organization.
Boss: They haven't called the cops on us.
Mr. Costanza: But they have killed dozens of our members. Our own flesh & blood. It's getting tough finding ponies to get made for our family.
Boss: There aren't as many Italians in this country as there were forty years ago. Perhaps we shouldn't worry about nationality, and just get meer help.
Mr. Costanza: But that's not how it works.
Boss: I don't care how it works.
Mr. Costanza: u need to follow the rules of the Equestrian Mafia! If u can't find those two, I'll come down there and do it myself. u won't like it if I find out that you're breaking tradition. *Hangs up*
Boss: Fuck tradition. *Puts his phone away* The Mexicans need a chance to prove themselves without working for MS-13.

Jerry felt pleased with himself while walking down the sidewalk.

Jerry: *Takes a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air* Finally, no meer worrying about the family trying to get us back in their life of crime.
Mexicans: *Looking at a picture of Jerry. They watch him from an alleyway*
Jerry: *Picks up an empty water bottle, and throws it in a garbage can*
Mexicans: That's him. Get him!

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Jerry: *Runs away from the Mexicans*
Mexicans: Stop!!
Jerry: There's four of them. This should be easy. *Runs left down another street*
Mexicans: *Pulling out MP5's*
Jerry: Well...almost easy. *Runs into an apartment*
Mexicans: *Shooting 30 bullets, but they miss*
Jerry: *Going upstairs*
Mexicans: *Following Jerry*
Jerry: *Pushes a boekenkast over a railing*
Mexican 53: *Gets knocked down the stairs*
Jerry: 3 more. *Going to the 3rd floor*
Mexicans: *Shooting at Jerry*
Mare: What the hell are u doing?!
Mexican 60: *Shoots the mare*
Landlord: *Walks out of his room with a magnum, and shoots the 2nd Mexican*
Jerry: *Continues running up the stairs*
Landlord: *Chasing the Mexicans* Come back here before I call the cops on you!
Mexicans: *Shooting the landlord* Reload, and continue following the target.
Jerry: *Sees a stallion carrying 50 pound weights* Can I borrow these? *Takes the weights, and rolls them down the stairs*
Mexicans: *Trip over the weights*
Jerry: *Going to the 5th floor*
Stallion: hallo asshole, get back here!!
Mexicans: *Pushes the stallion out of the way as they chase down Jerry*
Jerry: *Waiting door the door*
Mexicans: *Running onto the roof*
Jerry: *Pushing the Mexicans towards the edge*
Mexicans: Ahh!! *Falls off the roof, and lands on the street*

Stop the song

Jerry: Where do these guys keep coming from?
Ponies: *Looking at the dead Mexicans*
Jerry: *Walking past*

2 B Continued