Big Papa is driving a Gord Truck and on the phone with an unknown caller.

  Big Papa: Yea

  Big Papa: Nah, what u talking about nigga

  Big Papa: No nigga, ain't offensive it's the hard n that is bad.

  Big Papa: Nah, I call everyone nigga. The race doesn't matter

  Big Papa: Okay, back to business. Boronto is an open field, and Big Papa is moving in hard.

  Big Papa: Yea

  Big Papa: Yea

  Big Papa: They haven't moved it yet.

  Big Papa: I'll be on it when they do. This plan will be a success, Mr. W.

  *Flashback to Miami, Big Papa was walking down the beaches.

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  After the flashback. Big Papa calls up Sara.*

  Sara: BIG WILLY Hey, Big Papa

  Big Papa: Can you do me a favor?

  Sara: Sure, what is it?

  Big Papa: Call up Amaran and Marley. We need to talk business.

  Big Papa: These side jobs aren't getting us anywhere. Papa's got a plan. Meet me near that abandoned warehouse down on Dinch Street.

  Sara: What do you want from the two idiots?

  Big Papa: I'll tell you the plan later, but if shit goes to hell. Then we need someone to watch our backs, and if shit gets even worse, we might need someone to take the fall for us.

  Sara: Alright, I will meet you there soon. PANDA BOO