[ WP ] Something big is happening . It 's time to call in those favors .

[ Play this music while reading for enhanced effect. ] ( http: //www.youtuberepeater.com/watch? v=NxB4mcaLlfo ) 
 
 
 The plan was set and all the pieces primed for a minority-attack against the king. My mate Golden Rob was first on the list. He cut his teeth in Brixton during the 80's, knocking over jewelry stores in the shopping district. When the cops finally pinched him he had 17 gold rings and a Cartier watch stashed up his arse. I'd helped him years ago when he was involved in a minor tiff with some local gentlemen. I've never seen so many teeth on the floor at one time, Goddamned frightening to see what a ballpeen hammer can do with a bit of a swing. Anyway, Rob was real chummy with a particularly ferrous specimen by the name of Martin. He was 6'6'' and a notoriously loose cannon. Anything could set him off, I listened to him berate a yogurt lid for twenty minutes. He burned his house down when he found out his mum was leaving his dad and Rob swears he saw him single-handedly flip a cop car over from the inside, while cuffed. Our first move was on a skinny bloke named Jimmy. Now unfortunately for poor Jim, he had intimate knowledge of a very specific poker game in the works, and Martin's job was to scoop him up and make him sing with an industrial sandblaster. 
 
 Kinda ran out of steam writing it but I liked what I wrote so far and might expand later. 
 

