Prologue Chapter 1

Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams... Then, WailersWitch walked in. Followed closely by EllenDegenerate who was sniffing behind WailersWitch and snaking the air with her forked tongue between her fingers. Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously resembled buildings at Little St. James Island, a resort for orphans that she contributed to. Then, Michael Ofelellah walked in with RufePal, "we're here and we're ... we choreographed the White Houses Nutcracker for the White Powder Holidays, now, it's time to get something black! They opened a mini dome of the rock box and inside was a demon. Yes, from inside, popped out WhoopieCushionPatsy, her dirty dreadlocks dangled in the air with filthy pride that reminded one of a dust storm swirling magically in a sewage treatment plant, swirling waste and racing them like Americas Cup. "Anybody getting a good view of my anti-white princessness, yes it is truly ME!" Michael cut in, cut the crap Whoopie, we have a world to subdue before Hillary hogs it all...