http://www.rapdict.org/ has a great rap dictionary reference. A local copy so that I can still refer to it when I roleplay is available, but try the main site first.
We rock on to Ren's place. Im stuck in the car with quack boy, so its a borin' trip as he impresses me with his knowledge of Golden Oldies.
Man I think im in lurv with DJS the longer I go without hearin' his beats.
Eventually we get to the Doc's farm and drive in. Two great dogs bounce up and lick him 5 ways to sunday. I wait while he bonds with the mutts and the others roll up.
Gawd this place is big. Jiggy white bread prick. Hey, CC, gotta watch that thought. Dont annoy the meal ticket.
Anyway, while the dumb animals slobber on the wallet, I scope the joint. Things look clean. Eventually the others roll up and we go inside.
A quick scan shows noone home. The Barbies have these huge rooms. Bigger than my appartment! Bitches. One of them has this nifty light scaber thing that I score for our Farm Boy back on Tatooine.
Out the back, there is food for the slobbers, so someone has been here recently. Weird.
Ren goes and hides in his study and I think about breaking the door down, but that seems a little like the road to not gettin' paid. Olga comes down with some note from the dead skirt that Ren and I found. Seems like Ren was knocking boots with the dead chick, before she died, anyway.
Glenn seems shocked at the idea. I almost laugh at him. Man, where to these people come from. Ren wouldn't be the first boss to make laying pipe part of a job for his skirts. Don't anyone here know what people are like? What's this fantasy world they live in? People screw each other over for whatever they can get. I know that from experiance.
Everyone wants to go Columbo on the house, but screw that, its not my scene. I go into living room and twist the dial till the radio plays somethin' cool. Glenn rocks up and I have to show him how to dance. Olga comes done and turns off the stereo. For a second the idea of punching her out crosses my mind, but really, its just not worth it. I could kill them all, but it really I couldnt bear the whining as they died.
Ren comes out and I ask him if he's been bonin' his chicks. He denies it. Yeah, surprise. He grabs the note and hides again. Man, this place sucks. If they bitch any more I swear Im gunna start the killin'. Err. Time to go for a walk I think.
People do some research crap and get confused. Yeah. Obvious. Lets get to the hitting stuff place.
Back to Rebel Base, err, the medical center.
People find some old book with a key. Apparently the letter said so. Man I dont get it at all.
Still the sooner they work it out, the soon I get to crunch bone.
Lawyers take note: Faith belongs to related belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and fox..
Need help translating this page? Try the Rap dictionary.