This is dedicated to the Elite

Not The Impish

My name is Pablo Eugene Carlos Escobar, but you can call me Diego.

I just turned 18 and I was cooking up some chicken pot pie for myself when i thought where's my dad with the milk I asked for 11 years ago. So i decided to put it upon myself to find him. Because why not.

So I head out the next morning not having a single clue of where to go. I was thoroughly mystified. So i decided to see an old friend of my dads. His name is Mike Carlos. One of the most sus dudes around town. Just before I knocked on his front door, i hear him yell, at god know who, "boys the cows are out". a second later I see a heard of cows come rushing around the corner. "I SAID, BOYS THE COWS ARE OUT. LETS GOOOO".

Mike Carlos opens the door.

"Who are you?"

"I am you."

"What? I am me."

"no sir you are you."

"Aye i'm just playin with you. I'm Walters son".

"What do you want kid?"

I asked him if he knows where my dad might be. a smirk grew on his face.

"I have information kid, but it will cost you".

"ight, I'll do it".

"Ok i'll keep it simple. Just complete a money heist for me, get me the 5 million dollars from the bank on Wall Street and i'll give you a name.

So I scurry on over to the bank. As I stood there I started rethinking my life choices but I have to commit this financial fraud or else there is no way the man's gonna talk. First, i yeeted the smoke bomb into the bank since I was in broad daylight. Then, I took down the security guard. It was quite the process. I ran in like an ordinary civilian, grabbed the cash and dramatically backflipped out of the building. I went back to Mike Carlos and gave him the money.

"You are a true one, as to say a conuite.

"thank you fine sir, Now speak or be dealt with."

"that's a little aggressive. but the guy your looking for is Sid."

so sid lives in the rocky mountains. bro wtf

you know what pAblO shut you skin tone