Disclaimer: Chocolove bashing- I don't own SK, and frankly, I don't ever want to own chocolove. Slightly graphic…. because of my … 'love' of the character.

Chocolove patted his big, fluffy fro. It was pretty in New York. There was so much to see and so many places to go. And normally it was pretty crowded in the streets, so most of the time he and his spirit Mick walked the streets searching for things and people to annoy.

"Look, see that chick over there." He looked at his spirit and then pointed to a rather older lady. "She needs my help crossing the street.

The old woman looked at him suspicious- men in skirts like that were not to be trusted. Kilts were one thing, that skirt was another thing. A WHOLE other thing.

"Can I help ya across the street lady?"

"Get away from me!" She hollered, grabbing her purse and beating him with it. "You crazy, cross dressing leopard boy!" She whacked him hard.

"GAH!—GAH!#!" He yelled, backing away from the lady. "Crazy woman!"

"That man tried to mug me!" The old woman said, pointing a hand at Chocolove.

A cop looked over from his cop car. "What is it ma'am?"

"That man," She pointed. "He was trying to push me into the street."

"Honest officer I wasn't!" Chocolove said, backing into the road away from the car.

"Sir…" The cop said.

"I didn't do anything officer…you see…it was a joke…a … a what to do with an old lady in the street joke."

"Sir…" The cop again insisted.

"And…you um…throw them in the street..GAHHAHAHAHAH! Get it! THE STREET!"

"SIR IM GONNA HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LOOK AROUND YOURSELF!" the cop yelled just as a large taxi crashed into Chocolove and rolled him under the car. (Under, not my favorite version of over) There was a sound like a car stalling and it tried to go forward quickly to get over the speed bump it had run down. Chocolove was under the car, looking at the little pipes that went all around it frantically.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE THIS ISNT FUNNY!" he yelled angrily, trying to squirm but only getting under the wheels and getting squished.

The car drove forwards, but had to turn back to make a three point turn- because you see, the road was too narrow. And so he ran over chocolove a couple more times, spreading his not so chocolatey goodness all over the roads.

And THAT my dear friends, was the end of chocolove the not so chocolately, not funny, guy.