It was a fucking rainy and hot as fuck day in the fucking Town of Banana ville. Fucking garbage found in every fucking corner, because the bins were not used like they were supposed too, a putrid and nose rotting odor being emanated from those. And those fucking bins, oh God above! Even with the monsonic like rain falling down in this forsaken Place, they were used as fireplaces for street lurking dirty addicts, resisting the liters of Waters falling down From the Sky and fueled by what know substance.
In every fucking corner of this fucking place It could be Heard the constant sound of people chimping around stroking their members like monkey, and why the fuck this Is even happening?
The only good quality of Banana Ville Is that strangely, the spiritual essence air veins, that span the entirity of the world of Cockia, are plentiful, and very large at that, especially in that stenchy street...Shitty and Retarded street.
Here the spiritual essence air veins were massive, girthy, engorged and tense, a very appaling view for a lesser Agricolturer, but for those that are skillfull and knowledgeable of the art of agricolturing, It was Heaven, being able to control steadily and channel these plentiful spiritual essence would accelerate tremendously the cultivation of their Ball Cores.
But unfortunately, Shitty and Retard street veins were under the control of a single and powerful Agricolturer.
He could be easily found From 3 P.M. to 2 A.M. in an disastred and rotten Building about the middle of Shitty and Retard Street, sandwiched between a laundromat used only to wash dirty cash and a brothel called 'STDland'.
This fatescent Building, which has only One floor and with external walls without Paint, showing only the brick and some offensive, dirty and racist graffiti, has a wooden sign on the caked and grim entrance glass Door, which says 'LITLE NIGGA GIO'S DIRTI SHITTHOL PIZZA JOINT 420'S AIR FREE JAZ MUSIC!' written by hand with Pink paint and full of misspelled words.
Entering It people would choke on the heavy smoke of some kind of plant used for Therapeutics reasons and some burned odor, and they would find an even more caked and sticky White and black checkered floor and some tables shaped and colored like watermelons and that every chair Is different From each other.
The walls were painted purple and stained with whatever the fuck was all of that shit. To decor them, Stolen bike frames where fixed on them, there were also portraits of the Banana ville basket ball players From 60 years ago with moustaches drawn on them with a black sharpie.
There was also a fucking rusty hoop on the left corner with no fucking net.
There was an almost brokenradio on the far left corner emitting only one note, and a bathroom was nowhere to be found, but the most eyecatching thing about this Place was the counter, on top of It a cash register covered in webs and dust and a withered cactus plant. Behind It there was a wood pizza oven, where the entrance where those pie would go to get baked, was shaped like a giant pair of full and plump Pink lips, and the Stone dome of the oven, was painted black, with two eyes painted on the side.
And usually, if the basketball team of Banana ville wasn't playing or if It was a time between 2 A.M and 3 P.M, someone would find that Agricoltured, Gio, a short black men with a bloated gut and sausage like fingers, with a bald head and a Van Duke beard, wearing a White apron, or It was supposed to be, since it was full of every kind of condiment and grime. Under It he wore a pristine and surpisingly clean, oversized Guzhuang, straining against his belly.
This Shitty day, was such One of those days.
It has been a slow afternoon for Gio's, not a single client entered to taste his shitty pizzas, so he and his two employees, Schlomo and Tyrone, have been agricolturing and Channeling the spiritual essence of the veins of Shitty and Retard Street into their Ball Cores, or at best Gio's was doing It, since the other two had still to form them.
"SHIEEEEEEEEEET! CAN A NIGGA AGRICOLTURATE IN PEACE WITHOUT WITNESSING HIS TWO RETARDED DISCIPLES WHICH HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOLLOWING HIM FOR TWENTY FUCKING YEARS STILL TRYING TO FORM THEIR FUCKING BALL CORES, CONTINUE TO FAIL IN DOING SO?! SHIEEEEET!"
Gio, sitted in a Lotus position on top of One of the watermelon tables, shouted angrily with a deep and raspy voice to his two lowly disciples.
"M-m-mas-master, w-we are trying! B-but the spiritual essence air veins here a-are to plentyfull! E-every time w-we try to condensate i-it in our b-balls to form the c-cores It Just explode o-outw..."
Answered Schlomo, sitting on the filth of floor, in front of Gio, he was a the older disciples, a twink, a White guy in his thirties with a curly beard and long sidelocks with a big hunched nose and googly glasses, wearing a black tuxedo, he had been in the spiritual essence control stage since he was a teenager, failing every time to form his Ball Cores.
"Shut the fuck up bitch ass nigga, don't talk back to master Gio like that fam, his teachings be bussing, we are the lowly ones."
Tyrone, sitting beside Schlomo, silenced him even though he agreed a bit, but for no reasons he would tollerate disrespect for his master.
Tyrone, a black guy in his early thirties, with a fade, wearing purple trackpants and a White wife beater was the younger disciple, but the One Gio had been training the longest, since he picked him up From a dumpster After a Bananastic match, Banana Ville's basketball team.
"SHIEEEEEEEEET TYRONE, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU TOO, THE SNOWFLAKE KINDA RIGHT DOE! HAHAHAH!"
Gio laughed, making his gut giggle.
"FOR FUCK SAKE! YOU BOTH ARE FUCKING TALENTLESS RETARDS, MAKING ME AGE FASTER AND WORSENING MY AGRICOLTURE, I KNOW IT'S HARDER TO AGRICOLTURATE AND FORM BALL CORES IN SHITTY AND RETARD STREET BUT THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT SHIEEEEEEEEET! IF YOU BOTH FOR BALL CORES IN THIS CONDITION THE NEXT STAGES WILL BE EASY LIKE DRINKING CLANDESTINE DISTILLED LIQUOR! SHIEEEEET!"
Schlomo replied:
"B-but m-master, i-i thi-"
But suddendly, the entrance Door opened abruptly, shattering, a tall slender man, with long and black flowy hair entered the shithole, his face Sharp and intelligente, his clothes were White and long silk robes, at his waist he had a Jian, then he talked.
"Greetings...no... You don't deserve greetings i'm-"
"SHIEEEEET A FANCY ASS AGRICOLTURARE ENTERING MY SHITHOLE! HOLY SHIT WHAT, HEHEHE, THE VENERABLE ONE WOULD LIKE TO ORDER?! WE HAVE FRIED CHICKEN PIZZA, PORK SAUSAGE KOSHE-"
"insolence!"
The man shouted, and a crouched expression forming on his reddening face.
"I'm Yi Tian Qiang! From Pure Swift Cloud heavenly sect of mount Sha! I've been sent here From the heavenly council to stop After sensing devilish cultivation arts! I must destroy this sect!"
Gio replied, angry and dumbfounded:
"nigga what? Cultivation?"