My swiss bank account is loaded with four dollars and a million pounds of cheese. In order to maintain this status I’ve assembled a team to assist me with an onslaught of robberies at butcher shops across the state. The plan is to steal stacks of ham and earn that bacon the hard way. After shit goes down we’ll meet back at the safe house in Bothell, and split the profits of pea soup and sandwiches. Once I’m rolling in all that bread; I’ll buy a new door for my bashed truck and so much bling that mockingbird is sure to sing. Wait and see, I will be the new boss of these mean streets; without any beef. I’ve never been so hungry, and soon enough my plate will be full.