The mafia empire had taken control of the surrounding area, dealing drugs, killing rivals, and extorting as much money as possible from innocent civilians, to the world, KEL was the hyperactive, goofy little drug dealer, you were shocked to see him approach in the alleys as you walked down the street

KEL: Ay, dude, you trying to get zinged?

Before you could say anything, he opened his comically large coat, showing an equally comical display of drugs

KEL: I’ve got it all… at prices you can’t refuse…

You see a pet rock in one of the pockets and reach for it, he slaps your hand and puts the pet rock in one of his pant pockets

KEL: HEY! HECTOR JR. is not for sale!

He snaps his fingers

KEL: C’mon, man, what’re you trying to buy?