Mafia Mania

“That damned duck! If only I’d eaten him when I had the chance…I could’ve solved everything!” Johannes Johnston [HUMAN, CEO OF TOCME.] Johnston complained, checking the stocks of the company and they had dropped to a ridiculously cartoony low. Everything was falling apart; but meanwhile, on the streets…

“Drive faster…” a deep, gruff voice bellowed as the driver went even above the speed limit said gruff voice was [GORILLA, GENE GUERRILLA, CEO OF ARAME]. Now, of course you might ask “Creator, this is New York. The Empire State. Capital of the World. It’s busy as Hell” but Uhh, yeah you see there was a gorilla in the backseat, and that gorilla was unmistakable so everybody cleared the way for the driver as he snappily rolled up to TOCME HQ. The Gorilla had gotten out of the car, then ominously approached the imposing building sticking out prominently in the middle of the city. He let himself in as security guards tried and tried to stop him but the gorilla easily made quick work of them. He eventually made his way up to Johnston’s room, and imposingly said: “Johnston, I can save your company…” “and why should I trust a rival business…?” “Uhh, Sir-“ “quiet down…whatever your name is, let’s hear what he has to say first.” “It’s simple. Give it to me. Now.” “Are you INSANE?!” Johnston shouted, for he couldn’t believe his ears. He was desperate, sure, but he’d do anything for the company so long as it meant he was still in charge. All this time, money and effort building up this worldwide empire making a name for himself producing everything one can think of, and thanks to an underpaid employee of his, everything’s come crashing down and in order to relive his former glory he’d need to give it to the president of a RIVAL company?! “Johnston, be reasonable. Desperate times call for desperate measures, but I’m flexible, so maybe we can work something out; My company buys yours, that way I get what I want and you still get to be in charge.” Johnston’s jaw dropped in utter SHOCK. to him, handing what was once the World’s highest grossing corporations as a subsidiary under a RIVAL was far worse. “I REJECT. Guerrilla, if this is some practical joke then I’m unamused. Get out of my office. NOW.” “Well then…” Guerrilla stopped for a chuckle, before looking Johnston dead on with an intimidatingly straight face. “Why do they always choose the hard way…” he asked himself in his most intimidating, large voice, cracking his knuckles before grabbing Johnston by the tie. “I DEMAND YOU PUT ME DOWN! GUARDS!!” He snapped his fingers twice, but none came; in fact, his personal assistant had already fled the scene as not to be next. “Oh, don’t worry about them…unless you’d like to know what happened. And everyone knows how I feel about nosy fellas.…” Guerrilla continued as Johnston sweat profusely, desperately trying to think a way out of the situation. “I…s-said…put…me…DOWN!” Guerrilla shrugged as if it was no big deal. “If you say so…” he says incredibly calm, as Johnston had loosened his tenses… “oh, thank you, I thought you’d-“ but before Johnston could finish, Guerrilla angrily hurls the human out the window, followed by Johnston screaming for his life.