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'Busted' Rhymes

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"Hey Mike... you can rap, right?" Twitch asked, tossing a spray-paint can in the air and catching it.

"Um, yeah I can rap..." Mike said.

"Nice... well get Chris in here and I have a fun little game to play."

Mike stared at Twitch. "Define 'fun'."

Twitch stared back, "Entertaining myself and the fans at your and Chris' expense."

Mike sighed. "Oh good. Chrys-taaal! Come here!"

Chris appeared, frowning a little. "My name's Chris, Mike. Not Chrystal."

"Not anymore," Mike corrected. "Anyway, our Twitchy little friend has a game for us."

Twitch suddenly pulled the cap off of the paint can and sprayed Mike.

"Hey!" Mike glared at the blue patch on his shirt. "This shirt's brand new!"

"I'm not your 'Twitchy little friend'. So the deal is, you two are going to rap Busta Rhymes as fast as possible, and every time you get tongue tied, I spray you again."

"Wha- I can't rap!" Chris protested.

"Then you're going to get very blue," Twitch said.

"Nooope - I'm using my pass. I'm outta here." Chris walked off.

"Huh. Looks like it's me and you, Mike. Now start rapping." Twitch said.

"What do I ra- Hey!" Mike shouted as Twitch sprayed him again. "Um, um, okay, uh - Now there ain't no way that you can kill a beast dead, I got Middle East women and Middle East bread, I got oil well money, in the desert playing golf, Go ch-ck-chase," Mike swore and Twitch sprayed him. "short stack sheiki with a Louis scarf, chest cold diamonds make a- do I have to say nigga?"

"You just did," Twitch sprayed again. 

Mike glared. "Wanna cough, In Dubai 20 million on a villa loft, And then I step up in the club then these other [censored by Vincent. Remember kids, swearing is bad. Unless you stub your toe. Always swear responsibly.] The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic."

"Ugh, that's enough," Twitch said. "I don't want to hear any more."

"I know, I'm too swag," Mike said.

Vincent removed his hands from over his ears and ran over, snatching the paint can out of Twitch's hands and spraying Mike.

"Ugh-Vincent-Stop-Pff!-" Mike protested in vain as Vincent danced around him, spraying him from head to toe.

When the can was empty he threw it over his shoulder and brushed his hands on his pants. "Much better."

Mike frowned, completely blue. "These are brand. new. Well they were."

"Blue suits you," Vincent said.

"You'll be black and blue once I'm done with you, Vincent," Mike grumbled.

"What was that?" Vincent asked.

"Oh, nothing!" Mike grinned.

"That's what I thought..." Vincent said.