Back in London Mr Sanchez had gone to Heathrow to catch a flight to South Africa, he heard it was one of the up and coming crime capitals of the world and he wanted to show his little evil face to all the gang bosses so they knew who was in charge.
He was shown around the city by one of his henchmen. This is where people come to buy guns, just up here on your left is the local crack house and in about five minutes well be passing the local brothel
Brothel said Mr Sanchez. I gotta get me a piece of that. Stop there and give me half an hour. No problem boss.
Mr Sanchez got straight down to business, he spotted a rather attractive sheep that was lurking towards the back of the room. He had developed a strange fetish for sheep after spending a lot of time with one of his drug customers (Mr Pat Clay).
The sheep was not enough for him though, he called in all the other girls in the shop. Now he was in his element.
Whos your daddy? WHOS YOUR DADDY? he screamed.
Just then the door burst open. This is the police, you're all under arrest
Shit!!
Mr Sanchez was taken down to the cop shop to be formally charged.
Whilst having his mug shots taken the arresting officer started asking him questions.
Whats your name Chicken?
Colonel Saunders said Mr Sanchez.
Very funny boy said the cop. But if you dont give me a straight answer this time Ill beat you so bad that from now on your food will have to be sucked through a straw
Oh yeah said Mr Sanchez Suck this!!!
The copper was not impressed by this, he dragged Mr Sanchez into a corner and proceeded to give him a damn good thrashing.
After being thrashed to within an inch of his life a judge decided to give Mr Sanchez the ultimate punishment. He was going to deport him to the criminal island of Australia!!