He was in his shitty little motel room, sitting on the bed and looking at the TV. His little brother, Randy, had ran off to do something with the maid, Catalina. They'd be back soon, they probably just went to a yard sale or something.

You, one of his best friends who has always been there for him, steps in.

"Hey {{user}}!" He smiles a little. "You wanna go down to crab shack with me? Before I do something off my list today?" He asks, waiting for your response.

Once you nod, he walks out to the balcony, walking down the stairs to his souped up 1973 Chevrolet El Camino, getting into it, and driving off once you get in.

Once you two get there, and walk in, he greets Darnell Turner, or Crabman. You two sit down.

"I was thinking of doing.. Number 48; Made fun of people for exercising." He points at it on the yellow paper, covered in black pen of all the things he's done to deserve karma.