...the internet café."

"sure, can i ask why?" uz asked this in his extra cool way

"coz i wanna fuck your mother, dumbass!"

"really? well i don't think you'll find her in the internet café, but..."

vercetti looked stunned at the sarcasm. Jan was still following, oblivious to the fact that his friend was driving with a pizza stained 9mm pointed at his neck. they pulled up to the internet café. uz followed vercetti in, on the latter's orders. vercetti logged into a site that seemed to be some kind of gangster board or something and he spent ten minutes typing. on askin what he was doin, Uz was replied with: "sending 5000 posts on here, i gotta get to boss by the end of this week!"

Uz didn't have a clue what this pizza guy was on about. Vercetti finished and ordered Uz back to the car. Jan had almost pissed himself with fright on seeing the gun, but still managed to follow them.

"where we going now?" Uz asked. but before Vercetti could answer, Uz turned around with super fast actions and...