Gizoogle Parodies: A Little Premonition

by ConfusedColumbia26220

I love Gizoogle so much that I've decided to create a parody of every fic I've written. This is the second edition - A Little Premonition. Nothing has been changed from the Gizoogle translation. Original fic summary: A little ficlet of when Magenta and Riff Raff first meet Frankie.

A Little Premonition

Disclaimer: I do not truly "own" anyzin Rocky Horror, as much as I'd like ta I don't - only Slick Rick O'brien do.

Authorz Note: Just a lil suttin' dat popped up in mah head one day.

"In chill da perved-out muthafucka busted ta me, up in trips his schmoooove ass came"

- Phantom Of Da Opera

Letz jump back up in time, back ta a time where Magenta n' Riff raff was brutha n' sista - just dis shit. Regular, ordinary brutha n' sista n' shiznit fo' realz. At night startin all up in tha age of 13 Magenta would have dreams, she'd have trips up in which a lil' playa wit dark curls, heavy grill make up, n' a cold-ass lil corset n' fishnets would say ta her: "Somedizzle we will grow ta know each other, somedizzle yo big-ass booty is ghon be mine". Magenta found dis playa strikingly bangin - his schmoooove ass could also pull of bustin hoes threadz straight-up well, as well as bustin makeup. . . ..

8 muthafuckin years later

Vow, itz him, itz straight-up his muthafuckin ass. Magenta thought when her big-ass booty saw whoz ass she n' her brutha was ta accompany on a mission ta Earth. Dat shiznit was tha straight-up one from her dreams, right down ta tha steez of dress yo. Dude was like charmin - up until tha time they had departed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. When tha departed his thugged-out lil' punk-ass barked ordaz at dem n' holla'd at dem what tha fuck they was sposed ta fuckin do all louder than neccasary. "But first," Da playa holla'd pullin Magenta off ta tha side. "I must ask," Dude holla'd up in a whisper n' shit. "Do you remember me?" Magenta had ta laugh. "Yes, I remember you n' you not a god damn thang like how tha fuck I'd thought you ta be." Biatch curled her lips up in a snarl. "I'd like you ta know you gonna never have tha slightest chizzle of bein mine." That set his ass off. "How tha fuck dare you refuse me?!" Da playa bellowed then grabbed hold of Magentaz afro which made her yelp up in pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ignorin her yelp tha playa holla'd "Listen ta me n' dig me well, you shall not rap ta yo' Masta up in dat tone up in tha future, dat understood?" Dat shiznit was mo' of a thugged-out demand than a question. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude let go of her afro n' crossed his thugged-out arms watchin Magenta stagger ta Riff Raff whoz ass he'd payed no attention ta straight-up much fo' realz. As Riff Raff held his sista up in his thugged-out arms his thugged-out lil' punk-ass boomed "Yo ass be a wack dude, a horrible, wack man." tha playa just chuckled n' strutted away. "Magenta is you aiiight?" Riff axed once tha playa was outta sight. "Did dat schmoooove muthafucka break ma foot off up in yo ass badly?" Dude asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All Magenta could do was hold onto his ass n' cry like a muthafucka. Riff Raff slowly rubbed her back up in a cold-ass lil comfortin way. "It aint nuthin but all gravy, Magenta. I be bout ta never let his ass break ma foot off up in yo ass like dat again." Dude holla'd.