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Date Posted: 21:25:28 04/12/03 Sat
Author: "Shit Talker" Tyrone Walker
Subject: THIS ONE! Complete RP
In reply to: "Shit Talker" Tyrone Walker 's message, "Identifying the bitch's body, nigga!" on 21:22:17 04/12/03 Sat

A stretch, platinum-colored limo pulls up to the front of the Juno City County building. Within seconds Tyrone Walker steps out of the smoke pouring from it. Two hos throw a mink coat over his body as he swaggers through the front doors of the building and up to a secretary's desk.

SECRETARY: "Can I help you?"

WALKER: "Tyrone Walker, I'm here to ..."

"Pay your child support? THAT would be a first."

"BITCH! I WILL KILL YOU!"

ST begins to reach across the desk to strangle the receptionist, but the quick glance of several nearby Juno police make him think otherwise. He straightens himself out and clears his throat.

*whispering* "Bitch - I'll get you lata! Actual-lee, I be here to identify the body of Vanity Shove-Wood-in-my-ass."

"I'll have you know, that Xavier Channel has already identified the body."

"And I'll have you know, since a million of my homies have been gatted in tha streets, bitch, that I know you need TWO people to identify. And since no one - probably including yo'sef, could STAND that nigga, I'm here to put a positive ID on that bitch, before he starts stinkin' up the muthafuckin' place."

Flustered, the secretary knows that ST is right. She sighs and hands him an ID as she directs him to the city morgue in the bowels of the City County building. Walker makes his way into the oom where they house the cadavers and bursts in on a doctor conducting an autopsy. Walker steps in so loud and boisterous, the doctor drops the brain of the corpse onto the floor.

DOCTOR: "ACH! Look vat you made me do! Vat do you vant, negroe!?!?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that shit, you Nazi-lookin' muthafucka. I'm here to ID a bitch named ShoveWood - or some shit like that. Where's his dead ass at?"

"You were a friend of mis-tah ShowVood?"

"You could say that shit - if you was a liar. I just know what the nigga' looked like when he could still breathe and shit."

"Very Well."

The doctor makes his way over to a wall freezer unit and opens it up, and pulling out a body draped in a white sheet. ST makes his way over and looks along the length of the body. He pulls back the sheet covering the face and eyes the dead head of Vanity ShowWood. He nods at the doctor, then reaches into the sleeve of his mink coat, removing his hand - clustered in a set of platinum and diamond brass knuckles.

"Vat the fuck?!?!?"

"MUTHA FUCKA! YO' DEAD, BITCH-ASS WANNA STEAL MY THUNDA! BITCH! EAT THIS SHIT, NIGGA!"

ST cups VSW's head in his left hand and starts to pound the shit out of the face of the corpse with the platinum knucks, busting the nose into a Michael Jackson nightmare, denting the forehead into a bowl, ripping the hair out, and pounding the lips into a pile of mush. Teeth begin to spill to the floor as the doctor, completely in shock, can only stand there and stare in awe.

"NIGGA! YOU LUCKY YOU DEAD! YOU LUCKY! I OUGHT TO RIP YO' ARM OFF AND STUFF IT UP YO' DEAD ASS! YOU AIN'T NUTHIN' BUT A BITCH! A BITCH WHO AIN'T WORTH FUCKIN'! YOU BETTER HOPE TO GOD YOU DEAD! I'LL KILL YO' ASS AGAIN, BITCH!"

By this time, embalming fluid is starting to fly and the doctor has pressed a panic button. Police swarm into the autopsy room as ST, caught "dead" (no pun intended) in the act, drops the knucks to the floor and smiles a platinum grin as he places his arms behind his head.

"Please don't beats me, officer. I's just a poor nigga from tha streets tryin' to do the best I can."

The swarm of officers jump ST and cuff him, dragging him off to the Juno County Jail. The doctor looks down at the body on his gurney and smiles at the head missing the top half.

"Ach! See Vat those steroids do to you?"

The scene fades as the doctor starts a bone saw up.

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