The homie G walked across the battle field, a bucket of frieeeed chicken in one hand, his other hand gripping a large bottle of grape soda. Raising it to his large lips, he drank slowly, wiping the droplets of joy from his mustache as the drinking drew to a close. Looking at the fighting ahead of him, he dropped the chicken to the ground, the thud as it hit the cold floor creating tremors.
"ACTIVATING POWERZ!" Pulling out a bat from his hair, it was very heavy. He walked slowly towards the ninjas in combat. "Beat yo a** no jutsu." He uttered, smashing in the face of one of them, although after many minutes of hitting, followed by uncontrollable sobbing, followed by more hitting, it seemed the black man had grown weary.
"Crahhh!" He uttered, using multiple hand signs. "West side, crip, flip off, hang loose! Summoning jutsu!" Out of this thick air, it appeared that a dragon was ripping apart time itself, as The black man became very old. "s**t dawg. You know I ain't an old fart. Make me young." He yelled, using his own skills to instantly turn young. Snapping his fingers, the dragon began to break dance.
"Oh s**t! Your getting served! Also! Why 'dere ninjas here?" He pondered for a moment, before returning to watch his dragon breakdance, waiting for someone to arrive, so he could kick some a**. He was done pretending to be a ninja from a way overused and not too good anime series.
Fo shizzle,
The Black guy
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