User blog comment:WolfgangBSC/The Random Chat Room/@comment-10905876-20160224000730

This is from 4 back in the UAC comments.

-MedicinalBizzle-

"Where..... where be I?"

"Yo ass done been given shelter"

"Where, biatch? Where be I"

Flash image of Cole givin tha speech, then suddenly collapsing, soon followed by nuff muthafuckin marines stormin tha room

"What, biatch? How!?"

"Yo crazy-ass mind is failing.... there aint a god damn thang you can do ta stop it"

"It won't stop! I'ma survive this!"

"Yo ass be thinkin so?"

Image of Hodston, extendin his hand, when a funky-ass cap suddenly travels all up in his skull, causin his ass ta collapse

"Hodston! Dizzy hommie! No! Where is you, biatch.... you sone of a funky-ass b*tch!"

"One has fallen"

An Image of Arkady appears, only ta be impaled by a object wit something

"I'ma find you, nahmean biiiatch?"

Soundz of tha loadin of a pistol

"There was three of y'all dis morning, yo ass be all dat is ghon be left"

Soon a gangbangin' figure appears, slowly struttin towardz him

"Taste dis you b*stard!"

Five gunshots go off, only ta seemingly pass all up in tha figure

"Yo ass be thinkin you can bust a cap up in me son?"

Da image remains black yo, but a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distinct feature is noticed, n' a pistol is raised

"You..... whoz ass is you, nahmean biiiatch??"

Da figure appears, showin a mirror of Cole

"I be you"

Suddenly a gangbangin' flash of light is seen, n' tha mirror image vanishes, n' voices is heard.

"Our thugged-out asses gotz a signal! Our thugged-out asses gotz a signal! Dat punk comin back! Git HIGHCOM on tha line biaaatch! Dat punk back! Dat punk back!"

Da image becomes clear, n' a medicinal table is seen, wit nuff muthafuckin doctors surroundin him

"We thought our slick asses lost you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Admiral! Admiral!"

-UAC ROOK Base, MedicinalWing-

Doctor: Yo ass is goin ta be aiiiight, our crazy asses had thought our slick asses lost you, biatch.

Cole: Where be I?

Doctor: Yo ass is on Caelmare. Yo ass entered a cold-ass lil coma afta what tha fuck we assume was menstrual trauma.

Cole: What happened when I was out?

Doctor: Us thugs will fill you up in yo, but you must rest.

Cole: I saw something

Doctor: What?

Cole: I.... can't explain dat shit...

Doctor: Nurse, please git a psychiatrist

Nurse: Yes yes y'all, Doctor

Doctor: Just rest fo' now, we is ghon be able ta git you tha fuck into rehabilitation up in all dem days

Cole: Nuff props Doctor...

Doctor: I'ma have mah AI monitor you tonight all up in yo' neural implants, if there be anythang wrong, dat biiiiatch will notify mah dirty ass. I'ma have nuff muthafuckin doctors nearby though if you need anything.

Cole: Nuff props Doctor, Dope night

What tha fuck iz up wit dis damn dome, biatch? I don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is yo, but I be shizzle as a muthafucka goin ta fight dis devil until it leaves me fo' good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! May tha war begin.

-Translated by Gizoogle