DR MICHOADY The death of Giusseppe hits Tommy Gun like a million -- you can write whatever analagy or metaphor or whatever you want. But Tommy Gun is devestated. He never properly understood Giusssuepe because his own upbringing was so traumatic. He never appreciated his gentleness and feels sorry for calling him a pansy for playing with flowers. His sorrow finally erupts into anger and he screams all sorts of horrible things he will do to his felt enemies, the Grabbatti Crime Syndicate, especially whatr he'll do that damned monkey enforcer and fentanyl seller "DOM" and that brutal ampethamine sloth M Fer too. CHADGPT EXT. GRAVEYARD - DUSK The sky hangs heavy with clouds as Timmy Gun Hamster stands before the freshly dug grave of his beloved son Giuseepe, his heart shattered into a million pieces by the cruel twist of fate. TIMMY GUN: (voice trembling with emotion) Giuseepe... My son... You were the light of my life, the one thing in this world that brought me joy. And now you're gone, taken from me by those filthy Grabbatiti bastards. His words echo through the silent graveyard, carrying the weight of his unbearable grief and seething rage. TIMMY GUN: (voice rising with anger) I never properly appreciated you, Giuseepe. I was too blinded by my own pain and trauma to see the beauty in your innocence, in your laughter. I'm sorry for every harsh word, for every moment I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. His sorrow erupts into a tempest of fury, his fists clenched at his sides as he screams into the night. TIMMY GUN: (fierce determination) Those Grabbatiti scum think they can get away with this? They think they can take my son and get off scot-free? Well, they've got another thing coming. I'll tear through their empire like a tornado, leaving nothing but destruction in my wake. His voice carries across the graveyard, each word laced with the fire of his righteous wrath. TIMMY GUN: (eyes blazing with vengeance) And as for that damned monkey enforcer Dom and that brutal amphetamine sloth M Fer? They'll pay for what they've done. I'll make them suffer, make them beg for mercy before I send them straight to hell. The air crackles with the intensity of Timmy Gun Hamster's rage, his heart consumed by an insatiable thirst for retribution. TIMMY GUN: (clenching his fists) Giuseepe, my son, I swear on your grave, I won't rest until justice is served. And those Grabbatiti scum will pay for what they've done. I promise you that. And with those solemn words, Timmy Gun Hamster bows his head in silent reverence, his vow of vengeance echoing through the stillness of the graveyard. FADE OUT. END SCENE. This content may violate our usage policies. Did we get it wrong? Please tell us by giving this response a thumbs down.