You decide that the business man is a complete tool, and thus deserves the beating of his life.

Testing the waters, you say, “Whazzup, bro?”

The gang members continue pummeling the business man, but now their attention is divided. The leader turns, looking into your eyes.

“What you want?” he asks, pissed off that you have provided him an interruption.

“I want to give that jive cat what he has comin’,” you answer.

The gang leader eyes you, suspiciously. “Only one way to join this outfit. Blood in, blood out.”

“Count me in, you jive-turkey-sucka,” you say stupidly.

One of the street thugs, holds the businessman down, saving his beat-down for later. The rest of the gang gives you their undivided attention.

They wail on you for what seems like hours. Broken and bruised, blood-drenched, you can hardly move. They continue to wail on you. You have a decision that may save or lose you your life.

If you give them a defiant grin, turn to page 4

If you beg them to stop, turn to page 13