Oh right, I forgot about that
OK, so Tuesday evening we had somebody he didn't know call him for a deal, and had them meet in a remote location with very little chance of witnesses

So our 'contact' is waiting for the guy in a dark parking garage thing, and the rest of us (5 guys with bats, knives and a katana

) are hiding behind cars and shit, like an ambush. The two meet, our friend goes "Sorry man, I don't have the money yet, but if you wait here for 3 hours, I might have it. Sounds familiar, no?"
The guy has absolutely no idea what is going on, and starts putting on his tough guy act. "What do you mean, no money? What the fuck are you talking about? If I had to come here for nothing, you're gonna regret it!" He shoves our friend, he shoves back, by that time one of the other guys had grabbed the guy by his jacket and thrown him on the ground. He IMMEDIATELY starts crying. "Shit guys, don't hurt me, look, I have the 100 grams, take it, I have some money too! Anyone want a cell phone? It's new. Shit, I don't wanna die."
Honestly, I shit you not. He went from gangster to wankster in 1.2 seconds. So me and my mates are looking at eachother like "Shit, I don't really want to beat this guy up anymore." So we decide to fuck with him for a while. We got a skimask from one of the cars, put it on his head backwards and shoved him in a car. We drove around for a while, then went to a little patch of forest near my house. We took him out and put him on his knees, one of my mates placed an empty BB gun on the back of his head. He got even worse then, he grabbed my mate by the legs and starts begging for his life. The rest of were all trying our stinking best not to burst out in laughter. My mate said "Alright, we won't kill you, but only because you know people we know. But if we EVER see you, or even hear you've been in our town, we'll know where to find you."
"Thank you, thank you, ..." He starts crying again. We shoved him to the ground and told him to lay still for 10 minutes, then he was free. We parked the cars a bit further and watched him. 1 minute, 2 minutes, ... 10 minutes. And then 11. And 12. Then he got up, took off the skimask, looks around for a bit, then walks off, constanly looking over his shoulder.
Man that was a good laugh. 30 minutes later we realised we still had his backpack which had 100 grams of crap in it. We sent some messages to our friends saying the first one to my door wins 100 grams.
