Prologue 7 Gus, Master of Puppets

When Gus returned into the room Penney was beating the crap out of Silky! Apparently he and Vatican 2 podiatrist "Peter" had struck a prostitution deal involving San Francisco. Penney, beach slapping a bloodied Silky, was yelling, I ain't no punk bottom beach. Now, you work for me ! Silky was sniveling and whining, "okay Penney,..." Gus had to break it up, he quickly tossed each of them a Scooby Snack, which everyone knows is a last resort and an exclusive product, that only the person handing out can purchase. The Scooby snacks may embolden everyone even more than Kenny's product, so Gus would need to have discression (he looked at the nearest mirror ((this time was below Kenny)) and gave a Mr. Roper look of vocabulary satisfaction. Soon the room was as serene as a newborn in a Mother's arms, each person complimenting the next in cordial bipartisan fashion. It was as if Gus had stepped into the halls of Congress. If Congress was brought to you by the liars on Sesame Street and by the letters B and S or F and U. "Family/Unlimited". As everyone was already holding hands Gus brought out the Milton Bradley number one seller, Ouija (short for, your parents aren't here, but we are)...