Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondocks original characters. Could be so funny...
SnowSystem re-write this, so… yeah… you can understand it! YEEEEE! Everyone say 'thanks' to SnowSystem! Thaaanks!
The story is a little complex, but for THIS chapter, the idea came to me when I saw the name of the next episode, 'The Hunger Strike'. Hope ya like it.
Oh, and please... gimme some ideas for the others rules. I don't have any idea...
Summary: First rule of the good brother
Category - The Boondocks
Rated: T
First rule of the good brother: a good brother always tries to restrain the other from doing something dangerous.
"Hunger strike? Ya´ gonna do a hunger strike?"
Riley looked as his brother in disbelief, trying to figure why he´d do something so stupid.
"Yes." Huey was preoccupied with a book, and thus did not react to the disgusted look on Riley´s face.
"Ain´t it easier to brin´ a gun fo' kill ya´self?"
Huey rolled his eyes, sighing. "Is a revolutionary act, moron."
Riley thought about this for a second before responding. "Ain´t explosives more effective?"
Huey opened his mouth for a return, but shut it back. For a second, he seriously thought on the idea.
"I mean, in da´ end ya´ gonna die. If ya´ want´ta kill ya´self fo´a revolution, brin´ some explosives and go to da´ White House. It´s flashier."
Huey shook his head with a groan as he closed his book. "Riley, I don´t want to kill myself."
The little gangsta raised an eyebrow, trying to see if there was something he was missing.
"A´ight... lemme get it." Riley took a deep breath, trying to arrange his thoughts.
"Ya´ gonna do a hunger strike."
Huey nodded, annoyed at hearing his brother state the obvious for the umpteenth time.
"And you´ll do it fo´... what?"
Huey answered with exasperation. "To stop BET! They make black-"
The wannabe gangsta stopped his brother with a gesture, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah BET is evil- ya´ already told me. So, ya´ gonna do a hunger strike to stop BET. I´m right?"
Huey grunted, noticing both the amusement and pity on his brother´s face.
Riley began to chuckle. "So... ya´ think dat BET would care if ya´ gonna die?"
"I´m NOT gonna die!" Huey snapped, angered by his brother pessimism toward his mission. "The hunger strike will end when they stop!"
"Yeah... or BET won´t not give a fuck about ya´ hunger strike and you´ll continue til da´ death!"
Riley´s chuckle turned into a laugh as he made no effort to restrain his amusement.
Huey frowned, irritated by his brother´s jeers. He debated on saying something nasty, but reconsidered when it occurred to him that maybe, the eight-year-old wasn´t wrong. What if BET didn´t care about him?
"Nigga, I´m ya´ brotha´ and I already don´t care what ya´ say. Why da´ fuck BET would care?!"
The volume of Riley´s laughter continued to increase, but Huey made no attempt to stop him. His little brother had a damn good point, and his plan began to crack.
But the deathblow had yet to come.
"T-they... they can..." Riley laughed so hard that had to stop for breath. "They can make a reality show! Will Afro head eat? See da´ next episode!"
And Riley burst again into laughter, falling and rolling on the floor with no signs of stopping.
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"No more hunger strike? Why?"
Huey shrugged, trying to not notice that Caesar seemed happy for the news.
"Too much time. Better to bring explosives."