AVCCS S01E02: "The Hustlers": "Robbing Every Store" (Export Ver.)

AVCCS S01E02: Bloopers & Outtakes

"You see Chris?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let's draw on his dick- I mean draw a dick on his face," Chase said, still with a mischievous smile on his face.

Upon what Chase had to say, Samuel's eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped, but when Chase corrected his statement, Sam's expression loosened.

"Alright, you got a marker?" Samuel asked with the same, mischievous smile.

"Yup. Let's show Christopher what happens when you fall asleep first at a sleepover."

Chase said

"Sleepover? But we're on a mountain..." Samuel replied.

"Well... Uhhh... You get my point." Chase awkwardly responded. 

Blooper/Outtake #4:

Many years have passed... It was approximately the Early 2070s... In the World of Los Santos, many things have changed as in this time period, it could be considered the "Far Future"... On one afternoon, Sitting atop Mount Chiliad, still in their metal folding chairs were Chase, Christopher, Luke, and Samuel...

The four men were now elders in their Late-70s and nearing their Early-80s... Their tents had worn out from the elements, and their '94 Saturn SW2 Station Wagon had its Blue Green Metallic paint faded and rusted away from the elements... Its four tires had been stolen, as the car's underside was sitting on cinder blocks...

To describe what age had done to the four in detail, Chase had a completely bald head and wore a pair of thick, rectangular glasses. Christopher's short, straight hair had now become gray over the years, and he possessed a thin, white, handlebar mustache. Luke had kept his long hair that extended past his shoulders, but its black pigment had faded and was now gray, and in addition to his black hair turning gray, he sported a white Fu Manchu mustache.

Samuel was still the tallest of the group, but it was pretty clear most of his muscle mass was gone, and he was a tall, slender, elderly man, who had balding gray hair, and a long, white beard. As the four men sat across the table of their little campground, it appeared all they were doing was pushing a worn-out, old, dollar bill to one another. At this point in time in the Early 2070s, one-dollar bills had probably been out of circulation for many, many years.

Chase would push it towards Samuel, Samuel would push it towards Luke, Luke would push it towards Christopher, and the cycle repeated. It appeared the four old men were so stubborn about who would take the dollar, they had spent approximately 5 Decades of their lives sitting atop Mount Chiliad, waiting for one of them to take the dollar so they could finally go home.

"Koj muaj tus nyiaj, kuv phooj ywg." Luke said in a raspy voice as he gently pushed the scuffed-up dollar bill toward Christopher's side of the table. (Translation: "You have the money, my friend.") Resting in Luke's lap was a violin and its bow, the same instrument that mysterious, anthropomorphic, fox-like being dropped all those years ago... When the four were still in their Early/Mid-20s...

Luke was also smoking opium out of a bamboo-made, water tube (essentially a Bong.) 

[https://live.staticflickr.com/2373/5823600726_94bb477b40_c.jpg] (Hmong Water Tube)

"Tsis, koj ceev nws," replied Christopher as he pushed the dollar back to Luke.

(Translation: "No, you keep it.")

Luke then pushed the dollar over to Samuel...

"Aw come on... What year is it?" Samuel asked. "Where are we?" He added before using his massive right hand to push the dollar toward Chase.