A burlap sack brimming with stitches was hanging from a lamppost outside of a casino, moths hanging from the corners as the bright light flickered on and off. The Cosmic Hand, Joe, appeared once again. It would take the sack, and go to the dirt, allowing many bugs, and even a snake shimmy their way inside, before slinging it around, over to the door, where the sack had now gained eight more feet to its stature, and snidely grin.

The Oogie Boogie would break down the door, and look all around the place, seeing as nobody noticed or really cared about him, other than a security guard, attempting to escort him out.

“Sir, you can’t do th-“ He was about to say, before Oogie ran to a pool table, grabbed a stick, beat everyone who was playing into a pulp, and then throwing it like a javelin at the body guard, knocking him out cold.

“This is MY establishment now! Gyahahahaha!” He wildly cackled, before dialing the owner through a phone on the wall.

“Hello?” 

“I’m at your front door. Give me the casino or I’m gonna pop this gun on your head like I’m poppin’ a gasket!” Oogie said… uncharacteristically angry, before the man came to the building.

“I’m gonna call the cops on you, and you’re gonna-“ 

Oogie grabbed him by the wrist, leaned down, and pulled his arm off, and whacked him with it.

“FINE! FINE! The building’s yours! Call a hospital!”

“No. CLEANUP CREW! Pick this man up, I got things to do!” Oogie shouted, before running over to a balcony, overseeing the area.

“Smells like MONEY!”

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