text: "Alright let's go to Sam's, I don't feel like moving too far."
  "Cool! Let's go."
  "Hold on let me get something."
  
  You go back to your trailer and grab your pistol. If you're gonna be keeping meth heads in line, you better be prepared. You and Dan then proceed over to Sam's trailer. It's a little bigger, and it's relatively isolated from the rest of the trailers. It's covered with various graffiti, most of it obscene words about various people. "Mel is a dickhead" seems to be a common theme though and you'll be sure to inform Tina that apparently she performs sex acts on donkeys. You can see junkies wandering around outside the trailer in a dazed state, when they come out, they're noticeably in a much more alert. There's smoke coming out of the open windows, if the cops ever came down to this shitty trailer park, it would be pretty obvious what the fuck's going on around here.
  
  "Heeeey...you got twenty dollars man?" some junkie asks you.
  "No! And stop fuckin' touching me!" you reply and shove him to the ground.
  "Hey handsome how about I take you 'round back and suck your dick, for ten dollars?" a female junkie asks.
  "Mel, you should take that offer man!"
  "Uh no, Dan. I don't need to catch AIDS that fuckin' badly. An' get away from me, ya fuckin' junkie whore!"
  
  After wading through the living dead you manage to knock on the door, at which point Sam opens it and smoke comes billowing out. He's wearing a gask mask of some sort.
  
  "Will you fuckers calm down? I'm only one fuckin' man, wait your fuckin' turn!" Sam says in a muffled tone.
  "(Cough) (Cough) Shit. We're not here for drugs; Dan said you needed help with crowd control."
  "Oh? What's your name? You take meth or any kind of drugs at all?"
  "Mel, and fuck no, why deal with all the fuckin' junkies, when I can just go down to the liquor store, buy beer and get wasted by myself?"
  "Ha ha! Okay you're in. Dan you are fuckin' NOT!"
  "What!?"
  "I don't fuckin' trust your ass; you'll end up stealing my shit!"
  "Sam what the hell's up with you? You used to be a laid back guy."
  "Yeah well this fuckin' business is starting to change that way of thinking. I don't like it either, but you fuckers take advantage of kindness, and I'm not getting beaten up and robbed again! No, I'm gonna start being fuckin' ruthless motherfucker just like everyone else!"
  "But...but..."
  "No fuckin' buts, you stay outside with the rest of your kind! Mel here's a mask, come on in."
  
  You put on the mask and go inside. Sam walks over to his lab table and starts talking.
  
  "Okay Mel, you ask these junkies how much they want, you take their money, give it to me, I give you the drugs and you give it to them. Now nobody has to even enter this fuckin' place and I don't have to get up every five seconds. If one of those drug addicts gets out of line you know what to do. Sound simple?"
  "Sounds simple to me."
  
  You step outside and already your first customer addresses you aggressively.
  
  "I need the stuff man! I need it! Ya gotta give me it right now!" he says grabbing your arm vigorously.
  
  > push him away
  "Calm the fuck down, ya fuckin' loser! Now how much you want?" you say, pushing him away, he suddenly regains his composure.
  "Um...um...forty dollars!"
  "Alright, wait here."
  
  You go back in, make the transaction and give the junkie his purchase. He's so eager to get high, the desperate fucker pulls out a wire coat hanger and starts cramming the fix into his track marked arm right then and there!
  
  "Jesus! Fuck, go do that shit somewhere else!" You say and kick him to make him move along.
  
  You continue to do your job and around night time you start to see a noticeable change in the demeanor of the customers. They're a little more rowdy. Most of them were here during the day and their high is wearing down so they're back for more, of course it hasn't worn off completely.
  
  "Hey motherfucker, I wanna see that cocksucker Sam!"
  "Well that ain't gonna happen, now tell me how much you want."
  "I want YOU to get the fuck outta my way! I wanna buy directly from Sam! I don't fuckin' know who the hell you are!" he says poking you in the chest with his finger.
  
  That's funny since he's the very same junkie who was cramming the fix into his arm with a coat hanger earlier today.
  
  > beat the hell out of him
  "Yeah well maybe this will help you remember..." you say and then sucker punch him. It doesn't quite have the effect that you'd hoped, he's still hopped up. He attacks you ignoring the fact you've broken his nose and wrestles you to the ground. He punches you in a flurry of anger. While he does that, you reach for a nearby rock and smack him in the head twice with it, getting him off of you. When you stager back up, you pull out your gun and shoot him twice in the legs, actually you were aiming to for his crotch, but you were still a little disorientated from the blows to the head you took. As the other junkies back off, and some other trailer park residents come to see what's going on, Sam immediately comes out.
  
  "Mel! What's going on?"
  "Had to put one of your customers back in line. No big deal."
  "Oh. Alright then, somebody drag that trouble making piece of shit somewhere else."
  
  Well a meth lab might not close down, but there's no way you're going to be here all night keeping the retards in line, soon after the incident, you tell Sam you're taking off. He tries to convince you to stay, but you just want to get paid and get the hell out of there. He offers you to come back tomorrow, and you say you'll think about it.
  
  You come home, and Tina's already there.
  
  "Whew! Mel, you smell like a fuckin' meth lab! You better not be fuckin' doin' that shit!"
  "Tina do I look like I'm bouncing off the fuckin' walls? I was working over at Sam's today, so you'd get off my fuckin' case!"
  "Did it ever occur to you to get a legal job?"
  "Tina, you do things your way, and I'll do things mine. An' right now, I'll be doing you."