JENNY: Ahh, what another beautiful day is Rosewell. Nothing can go wrong today.
It starts storming
JENNY: Why do I even talk?
TUCKER: Hurry, Jenny, get inside
JENNY: Okay.
Jenny goes inside an Tucker closes the door behind him and Rosalina enters the town
ROSALINA: Whoa, that storm came out of nowhere
Her Alien band lets out a spark causing it to short-circut which transforms her back to an animal then a human
ROSALINA: Oh no, the water is causing my band to short-circut.
Her band lets out more spark than explodes which covers her in black soot
ROSALINA: Coughs I guess my technology isn't up to date yet. Coughing Oh god, I'm getting Black Lung Coughs loudly
She shakes off the soot, knocks it out of her ears and spits it out.
ROSALINA: Ugh, now I have to get an Alien Band too.
She changes to her animal form
ROSALINA: Oh no, people are gonna see me in my animal form and I'm sure no one wants to see a talking animal here on Earth.
She finds clothes hanging on a clothes line, she takes them off an puts them on.
ROSALINA: Sniffs Smells nice.
She spots an umbrella hanging on the clothes line also
ROSALINA: Oh, how convenient.
She takes the Umbrella off, opens it an holds it above her.
ROSALINA: I make this look work.
She stands on her back legs and walks flawlessly
ROSALINA: Nice, I look like an actual human. Now, time to find that shop.
Music plays as she walks down the side of highway
XZIBIT: The Runway Walk.
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: The Runway Walk
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: The Runway Walk
XZIBIT: Let me see your runway walk, make your heels click, make the runway talk. Come on, pretty-ass women taking pictures, they never come outside until they look vicious.
Drivers and people in cars look at Rosalina walk down the highway in awe
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
DEMRICK: My party chick want moscato out the bottle. My Mary Jane wanna fly like Lois Lane. My sober chick just wants some good, I got it all, so tell me, how could I complain?
DEMRICK: Ain't no need to reconsider the pick of the litter is here, they had one hell of a night, we had one hell of a year. The camera, light, bright, flash white an veneers, you ain't never thinkin twice when your vision is clear.
DEMRICK: We gon dummy, dummy with plenty of money to spend, honey, honey if you love me, then bring one of your friends in. And let's take shots, no chasers, call it memory erasers, play the blame game later.
People look out their windows from their house an see Rosalina walking down the highway
XZIBIT: The runway walk
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: The runway walk
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: Let me see your runway walk, make your heels click, make the runway talk. Come on, pretty-ass women taking pictures, they never come outside until they look vicious.
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Now I'm the beast from the west, so you best beware, I don't care to lock em down, I knock em down in pairs, on the couch in the bed, kitchen counter or stairs, wherever you want it, baby, I'm taking you there.
XZIBIT: The way you walk in them heels, beyond sex appeal, beyond any type of feeling you get from taking a pill, I don't care if they're real, could care less if they're fake, I like the way that you move and the way you're making it shake.
XZIBIT: Casually dating ball players that bore you to death, feels like I'm digging for oil, you feel it up in your chest, love the way that you dressing, God bless you, girl, now go and show your sexy ass to the rest of the world, now.
XZIBIT: The runway walk.
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: The runway walk
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
Music
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na
XZIBIT: The runway walk.
XZIBIT: Let me see your runway walk, make your heels click, make the runway talk. Come on, pretty-ass women taking pictures, they never come outside until they look vicious.
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
XZIBIT: Damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Piece of that)
DEMRICK: Na-na, na-na, na-na (na-na)
Song ends an Rosalina trips and falls in a ditch
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How I came to be.
Ficção CientíficaThis is the story bout how I came to planet earth. I hope you like it.
