Having a peaceful sleep with my goomar, I'm awakened abruptly. A voice calls out, "Head down to your waste management office." In a daze, I ignore it and fall back asleep. The voice calls out again, "Ohhhhh, heeey jag-off, you wanna sleep with the fishes oh what?"

Getting out of bed, I decide to head to the office in my black Cadillac Escalade. My goomar rolls over and says, "Where are you going?" I proclaim, "Fo-get-about-it, go back to sleep."

The office is pitch dark with the moon glowing on a box reading, "OPEN ME." Is someone planning at hit on me or what? Then I remember, "Oh yeah, must be that reaper bastard." Opening the box, I'm pleasantly surprised and decide to smoke one of these beauties on the way home.

The next day Paulie tells me we've hijacked a shipment of quality cigars. Perfect timing as I put the plan in motion to strike the next victim.