Aces Sheheen sat in his office at the Bricklayers' Labor Hall and fumed. How dare that weasly fuck infer HE was dirty?!?
Thirty years solidifying his power base...no pissant political appointee was gonna dick that up. Opening his safe, he took out a very specialized telephone book.
He came to a page with the innocuous heading of "Laundry". Perfect, since he needed this little shitstain on the undershorts of life gone.
"Paulie? A.D.A. thinks he got the horseradish to fuck with me!! Put him under the turf at Brawley Field by sunset...near the cheap seats!"