"Hey what's up! It's your boy Shay Dee, welcome back to Holla back!"
The t.v show host did an enthusiastic recap of last week's segment. The interviews of the rappers were getting drowned out from the online videos, the electric fans, the playstation, and the radio. So naturally Riley had to turn the volume up. Causing the speakers to shake everything on the shelves.
His cornrows flew behind his head, while the fan was directed at his face.
"Hah hah! Now this is the way a nigga was born to live!"
Grandad walked downstairs, angry. "Boys! What did I tell you 'bout..." He gasped.
The fans were on, the t.v was far too loud, the lights were on in the kitchen, the radio was on full volume. Riley was playing video games like a madman, while Huey was sitting on the couch with the newspaper in his hands, and earplugs in his ears.
This...was...a...fucking...disaster.
"That's it!" Grandad shouted. He pulled the plug for the t.v, switched off the fans, and radio, and he swiped Riley's 'danm voodoo bullshit' from him in one motion.
"Hey man! I was using that!"
"Yes was. Passed tense." Grandad said, calmly.
"Man, that a'int fair!" RIley whined.
"Danm it boy, I am sick of your bullshit! All you do is sit on your lazy ass, watch t.v, use up my electrcity, fuck up my house, and breathe my air! You like playing games so much? Well how 'bout you play the game 'shut the fuck up and do something constructive for once!' Now go outside, and get some fresh air, before I tan your black narrow behind, and make a new leather seat!"
Riley mumbled, and walked outside. He sat on the emerald lawn, and felt displeased with the exteriour air. Grandad directed his attention to Huey. "And that goes for you too, boy!" Grandad alked away.
Huey waited for Grandad to leave, and he sighed.
"I just don't understand these two. Here they are with such nice weather outside, and they got to be in my house all the danm time." Grandad told Tom, and Uncle Ruckus. The three were down in the Freeman basement, playing cards.
"I agree with you, Robert. Them two lil' niggas should be accustomed to the great outdoors. Considering they be monkeys, and what not. You should drive them off to a forest somewhere, drive away, and hope for their worst." Uncle Ruckus replied.
"Looks like these two need some balance." Tom said.
"They do! And if they were outside more, I could have some time to myself." Grandad said,
"They should've seen when we were kids. We would go outside, and have fun. See the sunlight for once in the day." He continued.
"Maybe we should show them what it was like." Tom replied.
"How we going to do that?" Grandad asked.
"How about we take our kids out camping. I know a nice spot where I take Jazmine. Come on, it'll be fun, what do you say?"
Grandad thought about it. "Well, I suppose we could give it a try."
"You two monkeys are just begging to go back to the outdoors, ain't ya? As they say, you can take a monkey out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of the monkey! But in you niggas's case, y'all are going back in. Ha ha! Niggas." Ruckus drawled.
Tom, and Grandad looked at Ruckus, momentarily. Tom spoke. "It's just by Lake Novo. I'll check again for more details."
"Sounds like a plan." Grandad said.
