It's late night/ Early morning, and Mary, along with her trusty side kick, t-cruz (a.k.a 'mofo') are cruzing the streets in the 'Amazing Rusty slut-moblie' Looking for Jarome to sell them 'the goods', all an important part in the scheme to kidnap JC and make hime eat butter, when suddenly, thousands of baby blue rhinestones hit the widsheild, blinding Mary and Mofo for a good 30 seconds, enough to hit a lightpost, and leave them stranded.
Mary: MOFO! WTF! did you see that::Trace standing there with a 'Bedazzler' pointed at the crunched car, bandanas stuffed in his pockets::
Mofo: What do we do, foo'! He's gonna shoot!
< ::Trace whips out a tasteless brown bandana and begins rapidly 'bedazzling' it:: Mary: Oh! the humanity!!!
Suddenly, a rather strapping young man, runs out of the shadows, takes the now 'Bedazzled' bandana out of Traces hands, ties it around his head, compressing the abnormally large afro, and walks to the car
Mary: should we run?
Mofo: naw man, they'll find us, just wait to see what J Ghetto does...
Mary: J Ghetto? WTF...?
Mofo: Geez, he's only, like, the ruler of the Bedazzled gang, the one walking towards us with a rather boyish, yet oh-so-stern look on his face
J Ghetto: word fools, you bes' be gitten' outta that thar car, befo' we bussa cap in yo' ass
::Mary and mofo stumble out of the wreckage, and stand in front of the malificent 'J Ghetto', who whips out a mirror and touches up the hair poofing out from the bandana::
J ghetto: awright, now you's a comin' wit me and Trace here, and you bees nice tah us, 'cause we don' wanna hafta regulate on yo' sorry asses
Mary and Mofo are lead to what appears to be an empty warehouse, but upon entering the building, find it is a 'Bedazzling' factory, the place where most of J Ghetto's clothing is 'perfected'. Three guys, all dressed in 'Bedazzled' clothing run up to Mary and Mofo and take measurements, quickly run back to a desk and start picking out various peices of clothing and 'Bedazzling' them.
(J Ghetto's Bedazzling gang singing while he beatboxes)
Mary: Whats going on Mofo?
Mofo: I dunno, dis be crazy
J Ghetto: Shut yo' mouf foo's, Mr J don't play like that! ::Starts beatboxing::
Mary: Woa, did you write that crappy 'rap' song on your own J Ghetto?
J Ghetto: Boyashaka, homie don't play like that, my song rules (as a single tear rolls off his chin)
Mofo: Dude, we's be screwed... Jarome's gonna be soooooo pissed
J Ghetto: You's be good and you's go'n over ta that thar dressin' room
::J ghetto's croonies push bedazzler guns to Mary and Mofo's back and guide them to the dressing room and close the door, they find a new, now 'bedazzled' outfit in thier dressing rooms::
Mary: Mofo?
Mofo:Mary? I'm scared.
Mary: Me too Mofo, Me too
J Ghetto: Na you's a listen up hea' you's a gonna take off dose clothes you's a got own, and you's a gonna put on the new outfits we a fix up fer ya', an no messin' around, homie don't play like dat.
They reluctantly do, and as they walk out, the croonies take their old clothes, and blindfold them, and put duct tape on thier hands. They led them to a car and drove for a looooong time, then dumping them off in an obviously crowded place and cause Mary and Mofo to panic, and run into walls and such. When they finally get the blindfolds and duct tape off, they realize that they are within the angry mob at a Korn concert, doomed for roughly, the next 20 minutes, seeing as 'N Sync rules' and 'Justin is soooo cool' are printed all over their clothing in rhinestones... And thus, Mofo and Mary swear to track J Ghetto down if it means the rest of their lives...
