DR MICHOADY It doesn't take long for one of the civilians to offer Timmy Gun some pills. "Don't worry it's not that nasty Fent stuff. Not even one bit." Timmy Gun says a few more beers and a couple pills will aid the mission. Angelo reminds him his family is in a goddamn burrow and he needs to go save them! Timmy Gun splashes some water on his face. He wobbles back and forth. "Somebody got get my whip!" Timmy Gun screams. ChatGPT INT. GRIMY BAR - NIGHT Amidst the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, Timmy Gun stands surrounded by his crew and the fed-up civilians, the air thick with tension and the scent of alcohol. A civilian approaches Timmy, a small pill nestled in his palm. CIVILIAN: "Don't worry, Timmy. Not a trace of that nasty Fent stuff. Just something to take the edge off." Timmy eyes the pill warily, his mind already clouded with thoughts of his family trapped in the burrow. TIMMY GUN: "A couple of beers and a pill... might just do the trick." Angelo steps forward, his voice tinged with urgency. ANGELO: "Timmy, your family's in a goddamn burrow! We need to go save them, not drown our sorrows!" The weight of Angelo's words hits Timmy like a ton of bricks. He splashes water on his face in a feeble attempt to shake off the haze of intoxication. TIMMY GUN: (slurring) "Someone... someone gotta get my whip!" His words echo through the bar, a grim reminder of the perilous mission ahead. FADE OUT. END SCENE.