Bones Page #3

Last time I checked,|you was not black.

I don't know|exactly what you are...

...but you damn sure|ain't no black man.

I am the future, all right?

I am the melting pot.

You been smoking pot.

I'm the tossed salad.

I am|Martin Luther King's dream.

All I got to do|is hold my own hand.

I am post-racial.

You're post-toasted.

Post-apocalyptic,|more likely.

You're making my head hurt.

Just eat your food.

Eddie, man, what's wrong, nigga?

How many times|I done told y'all, man?

When I'm playing|this game here...

...don't interrupt me.

We just hooked you up|with a tight Viper.

We are paid, nigga.

Viper!

A Viper?

A Viper you stole|off them white boys last night?

Yep, yep, yep.

Like that, nigga.|Just like that.

Are y'all out|your motherfucking mind?

No.

Man, everybody heard|that damn screaming...

...last night on Blackstone.

Remember that sh*t?

How many times I told|you two knucklehead n*ggers?

No psycho sh*t.

If there's going to be|any psycho sh*t...

I'm the one that do it.

We know that.|We respect that.

That's why we didn't do sh*t.

You didn't Ginsu them punks|and steal their ride?

Steal their ride.|That's all we did.

That's all we did.

Man, get that car|the f*** away from here...

...you understand?

This is the type of sh*t|I'm talking about.

I pay the pigs good money|to keep sh*t cool around here...

...and this is the sh*t|that pisses everybody off.

Boy, if I didn't know|your mama-

We just thought-

No more thinking|from neither one of you!

Because I will burn your asses|and snort your asses.

Now get the f*** out of here.|Beat it.

And do something|with your hair, nigga.

Get out of here.

What make a motherf***er|take his real teeth...

...and put-I don't|understand that sh*t.

You're just|a misunderstood genius.

Dad is going to kick ass.

He doesn't like dogs in|the house in the first place.

All right. I told you so.

Hey, you guys.

Hi, Mom.

Tia... what's this?

- It's a dog.|- I can see that.

Why'd you let her bring it in|in the first place?

She's hardheaded.|She don't listen to me.

Excuse me.

Let me see|if I've got this right.

Not only do I have to feed|the three mouths I've got...

...plus Maurice|the bottomless pit...

I have to feed|this stray dog, too?

Bones, it's not nice to bite|the hand that feeds you.

What did you call him?

Bones.

You cannot keep that dog.

Hey, hey, hey.|What's up, Jimmy B?

What's going on, blood?

I got it all arranged|for you tonight, Jimmy.

Eddie Mack's|going to be there...

...and Officer Koruptsky, too.

Got it all laid out|for you, baby.

They've got 12 minutes, tops.

Jimmy, trust me on this, man.

There's some big money|behind this, baby.

Not just big-|I mean big business big...

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