If you pay him what little you have

"All I have on me is three bucks, but I'm good for the rest, I'll just write you a check". You go for your check book to write him a bad check with. Kurf whacks the checkbook out of your hand, breaking you index finger. "All my money now cocksucker!", Kurf screams. You turn to run but a crowd has formed around you and Kurf, blocking your escape. Another pool stick swing to the back of your head floors you. A normal stick would have snapped, but Kurf's stick is made for fighting as much as for playing. He lays into you now, his meth fueled rage getting the better of him. He swings over and over again untill your brains drip off the flourescant lights.

The End