*meanwhile PDP waited for his tasty hotdog to arrive, he was then greeted by the She-Moozle he sent to "retrieve" it*<br/><br/>PDP:*gets up and is ready to sprint* alright lets go!!...hey where's the hotdog?<br/>Moozle:Uhh..PDP sama I think we may have a problem...<br/>PDP:Huh? what's wrong<br/><br/>*the Moozle shows PDP her blood-stained hands, she then points to the clerk at the hotdog stand who lay motionless on the concrete pavement covered in his own blood*<br/><br/>PDP: O_o what the hell did you do?!?<br/>Moozle:*puppy eyes* I'm sorry but when I tried to get the hotdog he wouldn't let go and I got mad so...I beat him up...<br/>PDP:You jus didn't beat him up you killed the poor dude..Aww damn this aint good! this aint good at all, *looks around to see if any police officers were nearby* Oh thank god and all things holy that the Five-0 didn't catch you...<br/><br/>*he then takes off his hoodie and gives it to the She-Moozle*<br/><br/>PDP:Here put this on it'll help disgiuse you just in case anyone saw you