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the problem is, once you get yr gang of cholos to gatwick, UK customs is bound to take most of them.
by the time that you get to the curb outside, the only thing that will be left is that fat sack of chocolate thai that you have up yr rectum.
that's when glice shows up. he'll jump out of the shadows and gut you like a pig.
....and that's only the start of it.
some say, that once yr down, he takes yr teef and adds them to his own grisly collection. and by that, I mean, he sticks them in his mouth.
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