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Post by Hotdog Mascot on Jan 31, 2010 17:52:22 GMT -5
The scene opens, of course, only this time with a image more disturbing than ever before; an Afro-American dragging behind a hotdog looking individual on a chain. With every attempted halt, the fellows chalky palms cut and blister easily on treacherous edgy hot sharp desert sand. Crackled hands and school girl whines excuse themselves from any empathy of the hotdog'ish guy. He carries on, literally, dragging the chapped lipped poor fool with him. The man, slave, is his only trophy to show; a trophy that isn't spit and shined, just a big golden cup to store feces.
Human Trophy: Can I has some water, Boss?
The tugging and pulling stopped. Mr. Mascot turned and furrowed his brows to the dirtied mouth-useless-bastard behind him.
Hotdog Mascot: When Hell freezes over..
Human Trophy: You mean.. after Ten?
Hotdog Mascot: Yes, after Ten, negro.
Human Trophy: FRRRREEEEEDOO--
Cutting his words short, the Mascot whipped thick rusty chains over his back.
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