RIP Tresdon Harris aka "Afroman"

It was a dark and stormy (partly cloudy) night, my associate and I had since learned my target's home address. Upon surveying the household we drew the conclusion that he was not home, so we set off to find his place of work. Shortly thereafter, we spotted a vehicle matching the description of his and went to investigate. Using our keen intuitions, we deduced that this was in fact his vehicle, and after a quick recon, we spotted the target at the local Chipotle. After a quick briefing in the neighboring Smashburger, we were ready to strike. We calmly burst through the doors, attracting little attention, and approached the target. He was blissfully ignorant to our plan. After greetings were exchanged, I swiftly drew my weapon and murdered the shit out of his ass. RIP Buddy, -Gonzo.