Suddenly, a group of large Negroes walked around the corner and started talking trash and throwing up gang signs. Apparently none too pleased with unsanctioned tentacle rape going down on their turf, they pulled their baseball bats on the tentacle monster and payed him a beating. Unfortunately, one of the Negroes did not saw me and knocked my front teeth out with a wild swing. He felt pretty bad about it, so he hooked me up with a bag of crack cocaine and gave me the name of a reputable grillist on 5th Street, said ol' Leon could fix me up with a "set uh goal teef be so bitchin, be puttin' niggas ta shame dawg!"

That's how I found myself in the grillist's chair with Big Leon shooting me up with narcotics. The last thing I heard him say before darkness took me was, "Yo, this be over fo you know it nigga."

And that's when things got really weird...

Racist, sexist, pessimist, chauvinist, misogynist... heck, I'm just ist.

And I say you sound like an idiot, not because you disagree, but because your arguments are stupid.

As long as monkeys are stealing cocktails and getting drunk somewhere, Zanza will always be with us.