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hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-09-08 11:15 pm
hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-09-08 11:15 pm
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Crab Rangoon (1.1) (100 words)
Meanwhile, at a luau on the wrong side of Tikitown, Pimp Jules held court from his bamboo throne. He presided over crooks, pushers, grifters and fish smugglers – the worst kind of refuse. He adjusted his floral-print cape over his zoot-suit.
"Who beat up my loanshark?" he demanded. The cartilaginous fish gasped, broken and bruised at his feet.
The crowd parted, and a strong black brother appeared. His multi-colored daishiki highlighted his Herculean frame, and his high-volume afro was perfectly spherical.
"I did," he purred, massive arms folded. "Name's Badd."
The parrot on his shoulder stretched. "Chuck Badd!" it squawked sonorously.
"Who beat up my loanshark?" he demanded. The cartilaginous fish gasped, broken and bruised at his feet.
The crowd parted, and a strong black brother appeared. His multi-colored daishiki highlighted his Herculean frame, and his high-volume afro was perfectly spherical.
"I did," he purred, massive arms folded. "Name's Badd."
The parrot on his shoulder stretched. "Chuck Badd!" it squawked sonorously.