So, Shaundi, after so many days, you finally decide to show up again. |
And I see you've brought me a little present. |
Srsly? |
Girl, I think you've been smoking it. |
She tells me the Sons of Samedi have cornered the market on smoking light bulbs. |
Maybe drugs are what the people want. Dunno. I've never been in touch with my feminine, nurturing side. |
'K Sounds good. But lemme guess...I'm the one who has to go get it. |
My brilliant plan is to beat up the drug dealers and take their drugs. |
GIVE ME ALL YOUR LIGHTBULBS |
Bystanders huddle together for protection from my wrath. Awww...I'm really bringing people together. |
Drugs procured, I go back to my car only to find two goth kids playing paper, rock, scissors over it. MINE, you little punks. |
Meanwhile, my devious Rasta Cam captures a high-level meeting in the mobile fortress of the crime boss known only as "The Samedi." |
Awwww, you can't find your drugs today? *heehee* |
Mobile fortresses are sortof cool, but what if you need a lot of room so you can smack a pimp? Then they are USELESS. |
*live footage from Stray Cat Cam* |
Somehow my car has picked up a smoking habit. Did it have something to do with that horrific crash earlier? The one that actually didn't happen...imma drop these lightbulbs off with Shaundi now. |
Back at my crib, my Secret Feminazi Spy Force informs me they have begun infiltration of the Police Dept. Excellent, my minions. |
You cold tho girl? Just sayin. |
The boys have been working on a map of a city. We now own a purple (of course) blotch in the middle of Samedi's territory. I've finally started to make my mark on this city! |
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