Wile E. Coyote had just failed at catching the Road Runner for the 3049816294129375618236182534 75th time, and so he sat down and started to re-evaluate his life.
Suddenly, after a moment of logical thinking, he jumped up and contacted ACME.
"Yo, niggaz, send me a plane, I'm 'bout to ex dis desert righ' here."
And, sure enough, a plane fell before Coyote's feet immediately.
He entered the plane, and flew into the sky, whilst giving the middle finger to Road Runner down below.
He flew to Switzerland, and lived an undercover life as a fisherman.
- three years later -
"YO, WILES, NIGGA I NEED TO TALK TO YOUS" shouted one of the classy fishermen.
"Sup, mah nigga?" said Coyote.
"DOO, MAN, YOU AIN'T NO FUCKIN' FISHERHUMAN BITCH, YOU A COYOTE!"
Everybody on the boat gasped, and they all surrounded the poor creature.
"Ay, yo, dawg, it ain't what it be lookin' like, I swear!" the terrified Coyote pleaded.
"Nawwwwwww nigga we ain't allowin' no squirrels on dis here boat, son." The fishermen chanted together.
And, so, the all sharpened their fishing rods, and plunged them into the Coyote. They later roasted him, and ate him. Mmmm, dat's some tasty shit right dere, dawg.
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