Chaptah 2
Doctah D handed Jo Momma a shot of whisky, only to have her yank the bottle out of his hand instead. He shrugged and downed the shot himself. They had managed to escape the cyborg pimp and his gang. But just barely. They were now holed up in the Doctah's swanky pad. The Doctah had started a blazing fire in the fireplace and he and Jo Momma were now sitting in front of it.
"I can NOT believe yo, J-Dawg! How /could/ yo let that happen to my beautiful, beautiful brothel?!"
"Shuddup, bitch! I didn't know that wuz gonna happen. I ain't Miss Cleo!!"
Jo Momma raised her hand, as if to smack him, and he returned the favor by flipping her the bird. Doctah D sighed and decided to change the subject.
"It's going to take me some time to figure out the significance of that g-string. I'll have to study it extensively."
As Jo Momma and Doctah D talked, J-Dawg was busy "hiding the evidence". He had slipped on the g-string, planning to put his regular boxers back over it. Before he could put his boxers back on, he needed to adjust himself. So, he shoved a hand in and began adjusting. As he was doing so, he noticed that the sequins seemed to be shining brighter than the fire usually allowed. J-Dawg quickly removed his hand as a beam of sparkly golden light shot out of the sequins and filled the room with an all-encompasing hologram of space.
"This...This is so /badass/!" J-Dawg exclaimed, looking around at the hologram.
"It looks like a map!"
"It /is/ a map, Jo Momma." Doctah D rubbed his chin in thought. "But where is it a map /to/?" He reached out to touch what appeared to be the Monghettser Space Station. The map suddenly started moving, rushing past planets and galaxies and stars, until reaching...
"Ghetto Planet. That's Ghetto Planet!" J-Dawg gaped wide-eyed at the planet before them. "I've /aways/ wanted to go there!"
"Well you can't!" Jo Momma said, totally bringing down the moment. "Yo' still got to do dem dirty dishes!"
"Screw dat! I'm goin' to Ghetto Planet!"
"Sounds like a plan to me, Dawg. I'll go pack!"
"No you won't! If J-Dawg ain't goin' neither are /you/!"
"You ain't the boss of me, Woman! We're goin' and that's that!" The Doctah quickly packed his bag and started for the door. "C'mon J-Dawg. We've got a boat to catch."
"Alright! Latah Woman!" With that, he and the Doctah left the house without a backwards glance.
*~*~*~*~*
It had taken them a while to find the boat, and, after having asked, now stood infront of it.
"Here it is, Dawg. The S.S. Bootay."
"Woah... AWESOME!" He stared, impressed, at the huge, gold sequined ship.
"Let's hurry and get aboard. Don't need the Cap'n to leave us behind." The two walked aboard, both checking out the deck for any sign of hot ass.
