"lol my gay what?" majibu some stupid person. The audience bursts into laughter, laughter so loud that it shakes the very ground of the audience standing upon it. Up they run to the one who delivered this hilarious and not overused "joke" reply. They pick him up and carry him on their shoulders like wewe would do to royalty in some cultures. He has done it. He is the king of comedy. So kingly, in fact, that God himself opens up the heavens so that a beam of light shines upon him. From the hole in the sky fly angels, imba beautiful songs. Songs that recount this glorious day. If wewe listen closely, even now, wewe can still hear them singing.
"gay?" i reply, confused. wewe call out to me once more. "Your gay!" it is too late. my gay has escaped. the majestic creature has developed thumbs, and has run back into the mighty jungle where the lion sleeps tonight. the mduara, duara of life begins anew as i give wewe a hamburger. wewe take a bite out of it only to fall into the event horizon of a black hole and await your fate.
