Jimmy walks by eating some beef jerky.

EYYYYYYY mon!

You seen me boy Calypso anywhere 'round 'ere? Me be lookin' for 'im all day and all I be findin' is some skinny lookin' nancy wit' jeans too tight and a tramp stamp o' some goat in a star. Why you be trippin' bout Satan, boy? Don't you know dat JEEEEEEEEEEsus be de way?

I tell you what you need, sweet cheeks... you need some of dis right 'ere prime Jamaican cheeba. Dis shit right 'ere will finally make some hair grow out dem bald baby nuts you got! Maybe you can even chill like a real IRIE mon, ya?

Toke this up my bruddah, den you'll feel the cool ocean breeze in your veins, mon! You'll feel the hot sand between your black toes, like mine, and 'ear the rhythm o' de island's steel drum. It be soundin' like this...





Jimmy crams a bad of skunk weed in Nico's face, then grabs the Federweight belt and slams it into the back of his skull. Nico collapses and Jimmy awkwardly pins him.




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