One day Silver the ball happened to be flying through a magical theme park. Down towards the southern end of the park was a giant pit of despair, but every time Silver came close to falling in it, two twin angels flung him back towards the glorious lights and sounds. He loved rolling through the slides and such but his fun was stopped short when he hit Madame Zoltara the fortune teller.
"How dare you get yo skany ass up my mouth, biatch," she said to Silver.
"Oh, Madame Zoltara, I'm so very sorry," said Silver.
"Fuck you, Silver. I'ma bust a cap in yo ass, son!"
And with that she spit him out towards the giant pit of despair. The angels strained to get to him but he was sadly in between them. Fearing the hottest of fires and the ragingest of torrents, Silver wet himself. But he was quick to realize that he would be given another chance in the theme park. He was sent flying out into the glowing lights again. He slid through the sides and bounced off the bouncers. But he yet again fell pray to Madame Zoltara.
"What, bitch, just caws they calls me Madame don't mean I needs to service you!" she said.
"Oh, I'm so so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. It was that bouncer's fault!" he said trying to roll away.
"Nah, nah, you ain't goin' no where, chil'. You thinks yous hot shit. Well guess what? You ain't got another 50 cent! Pah! Bye fucka!" she shouted with a squeal as she hurled him towards the pit of despair. The angels missed him again. Alas, he did not have another 50 cents so he could no longer go into the theme park. CRY CRY TEAR TEAR.