Magenta sat bustin up like a biatch over Columbiaz gameless body. "I be soopa-doopa sorry," she apoligized. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "This vasn't suppossed ta happen, not ta you - not ta mah playas fo' zat matter n' shit. Well shiiiit, it vas just suppossed ta scare Frank, make his ass be sickr ta us, I had no idea." Biatch did not look up when dat freaky freaky biatch heard tha door ta tha theater room reopen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did not look up when Riff Raff strutted in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Zis vasn't ze plan." Biatch holla'd barely audible. "This vasn't supposed ta happen." Biatch finally faced his ass n' stood up. "Ze one playa I make outside of Transsexual, ze only hoe I can share zings vith n' you just gotta bust a cap up in her playa! Hell, Frankz dirtnap vasn't even suppossed ta happen!" Biatch wanted ta peirce his ass wit a look dat could bust a cap up in but couldn't. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch loved his ass n' dat would never chizzle. Zis aint fair playa! Biatch thought. I vant ta be mad salty vith his ass but I can't be biaaatch! I gots a straight-up boner fo' his ass too much! "I vant ta be mad at you but I can't be, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you too much." Biatch made her way over ta his ass n' let her muthafuckin ass fall tha fuck into his thugged-out arms. "Genta, you know I git paranoid at times." Riff tried explaining. "Yo ass don't need ta explain, I be bout ta never forgive yo thugged-out ass." Magenta holla'd at his muthafuckin ass. "But I be bout ta never stop gangbangin you eizer." "It aint nuthin but goin ta be aiiiight Magenta, just let it out." Riff holla'd as he rubbed her back soothingly. Magenta cried tha fuck into his chest. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd never git over it but tha pain would slowly fade. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd never forget Columbia yo, but dat biiiiatch was locked n loaded ta bounce back ta tha doggy den. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This was what tha fuck dat shiznit was all fo' right, biatch? So they could return home?