I wake up yet again. I smell marijuana. I look and Dr. Dre is severely stoned and has been blazing for several hours. He looks at me and calls me a fluffy kitty. I get out of my chair but it's boobietrapped with Doritos. I step and a soft crunch reverberates through the small room. Snoop Dog, Dr. Dre's boss walks in.
"Sit down mayn," he has a rapper slur.
I sit and he explains how him, Dr. Dre, and Eminem are all working to stop the Shrekinati. I am confused. He tells me how I am sent with James Franco to do an interview with Kim Jong UN, I am planned to assassinate him with poison secreting from my hand. I agree to the task.
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HumorA boy trying to fit in amongst his family of green giraffes. He learns one day, skin color doesn't matter, even if you are a giraffe....
