A Very Special Smellcast: The Ballad Of Popeye Arms Paulie

In less

than five minutes, the ICE agents had done their job.

Jose's hideaway laid in waste before us.

ICE turned its attention to me.

All

right, men.

Before I even knew what was happening, ICE agents were on me.

Against the wall, you faggot! That's it, get him!

Where's Jose Santos, faggot? You're hurting me.

Do a lot worse than that and you'll tell me where Jose Santos is.

I

don't know anybody in that van.

We're going

to find him, see? You can't hide.

Let him go.

I don't want

to fight

him.

Let him go.

We're making America great again.

Once we get rid of all the wetbacks and the jinx and the dotheads, we're coming after the likes of you.

Let

him go.

Got it?

I said got