Its been three days since Rich defeated the brown man who was being controlled by Oprah's spell. Rich still could not locate any of the other sexy soldiers. Leche also had no idea on where to start looking.

"Why can you track them down? Don't you have any powers?" Rich sighed.

"What do you think I am? I'm a cow, so all I can do is make you milk," Leche responded.

"Milk aren't you a male cow?" said rich with a weird look.

"Yeah, boy cows also make milk. Duh." Leche smiled as he spoke.

"That is some nasty shit! No mas," responded a grossed out Rich.

"But I made you a glass full for breakfast!" Leche held up a large pitcher of white stuff.

Rich threw up in his mouth a little at that moment. Leche laughed and started to chase rich around his room with the pitcher of creamy man cow milk. Rich made a run for the door and got out of the house luckily. Looking back he saw Leche in the window shaking the pitcher and spilling some of the cow juice on himself. Rich couldn't go home for awhile.

It was the start of summer and Rich was too poor to afford taking summer classes at UCRG. So he decided to try and track down the next sexy soldier.

After walking for a short while he stumbled on a small little shop that he had never noticed before. The sign read "Madam Conchitas Fortune and Etc." A short line was formed at the door way. Rich thought that maybe he could track down the next member this way or if not he would get to laugh at a gypsy and how poor she was. Rich peeked into the small room.

"You will be killed by man named Sam by the end of the day," a woman with long black hair whispered as she looked into her crystal balls.

A frightened white woman listed to the news.

"No, no I thought I had gotten away when I moved the woman," said in horror.

"I'm sorry, but I am never wrong with my predictions," the gypsy said.

The white woman screamed in agony and ran out of the shop with tears running down her face. As she stopped to take a breath she had took a glace behind her and saw a white man with a ponytail wearing a hat walking towards her. Their eyes connected for a split second, and she let out a bloodcurdling cry before her head exploded into pieces.

'Not again, why does that always happen to me?' the white guy wondered, scratching his head as he walked away.

Rich was next in line behind a black man. The black man was large and Rich assumed that he had a large penis like he had heard that all black men had. If his penis was in a magazine it would have to be a fold out page that said at the bottom actual size. Rich gasped at the though, and had a sudden craving for a chocolate covered banana.

"I'm sorry, but we are closed now, please leave," the black haired woman said.

"HUH? The sign says you closed at six. It's only four!" he chocolate man said.

"Umm... Well I have a meeting and have to close early," she said with a shaky voice.

"Oh, okay I'll come back tomorrow then. Have a nice day, Wesley Snipes said.

Just as he walked out the door and it closed the gypsy shouted, "Next please!" Rich wasn't sure what just happened.

"I though you were closing?" Rich questioned.

"Oh, only when black people come in. Did you see how he tried to start trouble!" whispered the gypsy.

"What trouble? He didn't even do anything!" Rich replied.

"It was all in his eyes, I could tell that he wanted to rip my clothes off and take me right here on this table then leave me right after with out even calling later, then leaving me with pregnant with a child and not paying child support!" he long haired woman quickly said.

Rich looked closer at the gypsy and noticed that she wasn't really a woman but a guy with long black hair and glasses.

"Hey, you're a dude!" Rich shouted and pointed to the guy's eyebrows.

"When did I ever say I was a woman? I get that all the time. You don't know how many times guys tried to pick me up!" he replied as he flicked his hair, which the wind blew. Even though there was no breeze as they were inside and the windows were closed.

He then looked up and said,

"Hi, I'm Chris. I'm just working part time to pay for my addiction."

"Addiction? What is it, crackwhores? Gay animal porn?" Rich asked.

"No, no it"s worse than that, it's manga," Chris whispered.

Rich gasped and pointed at Chris with his finger shaking, "You monster!" Rich ran out of the shop without getting his fortune told. He shivered at the though of such an addiction.

Rich's stomach started to rumble, and as it did people fell over. He rubbed his stomach and let out a large fart. Apparently forgetting that he was out in public. A loud car crash and the screams of people rang throughout the city.