ZO ME AN’ DA LADZ GOT DA CALL FROM DA BOSS DA OTHA DAY TA GO INTERCEPT A BUNCH OF BEAKIES.
WE WUZ IN DA MIDDLE OF RAIDIN’ DIS HUMIE MEKBOY WAREHOUSE WHEN DEM GITS SHOW UP LOOKIN’ FOR A GOOD SCRAP. NOW, DA BOSS AN’ DA LADZ WUZ PROPA TEMPTED TA GIVE IT TO ‘EM, BUT DEM DUMB GROTZ HADN’T FINISHED CARRYIN’ DA LOOT BACK TO DA SHIP. DEY NEEDED A GOOD BOOT TA GET ‘EM MOVIN’ FASTER.
SO DAT MEANT ME AN’ DA GANG GOT DA BEAKIES ALL FOR OURSELVES! ANY PROPA BOY WOULD’VE BEEN DEAD EXCITED TA GET A CHANCE FER SOME BEAKIE KRUMPIN’ ALL TO OURSELF, BUT DIS WUZ SPECIAL. ME AN’ DA LADZ ‘AD NEVER FOUGHT DA BEAKIE HUMIES BEFORE, SO WE WUZ EXTRA EXCITED. WE DROVE OUR BIKES AS FAST AS DA RED PAINT WOULD LET US.
LOOKIN’ BACK ON IT, MAKES PERFECT SENSE WHY I CRASHED HEADFIRST INTO DA BEAKIE BIKER BOSS WHEN HE TRIED PLAYIN’ "WHO’S DA GROT" BY RUSHIN’ STRAIGHT AT ME.
I WOKE UP THREE DAYS LATER ON DA MEK/DOC BOY'S SURGERY TABLE. DA LADZ TOLD ME—WITH LOTSA UNNECESSARY DETAIL—DAT MY CRASH WUZ A SPECTACULAR SHOW OF DAKKA AN’ EXPLOSIONS. I WOULD’VE BEEN PROPA PROUD IF IT WEREN’T FER DA MOST TERRIBLE, DREADFUL, HORRIBLE NEWS I EVER ‘EARD.
ME FAVORITE, MOST PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, BESTEST BIKE WUZ DESTROYED BEYOND REPAIR!
...OH, AN’ I GUESS EVERYFING BELOW ME TORSO WUZ MISSIN’ TOO. BUT I WEREN’T REALLY PAYIN’ ATTENTION AFTER DA NEWS ABOUT ME POOR, POOR BIKE.
I WUZ HEARTBROKEN. I ALMOST DIDN’T NOTICE WHEN DA DOC SHOWED UP.
"YER LEGZ DIDN’T SURVIVE DA CRASH. LUCKY FING THO, DA BEAKIE DIDN’T NEED HIS NO MORE."
BUT I DIDN’T FEEL LUCKY. I ‘AD LOST ME ONE TRUE... REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE-LIKE... FING.
HOW COULD I GO ON WHEN ALL DAT SURVIVED OF ME PRECIOUS WUZ ITS FRONT SHIELD?
DAT’S WHEN A GROT STARTED PESTERIN’ ME BOUT HELPIN’ ‘IM WIF SOMEFIN’. ON ANY OTHER DAY, I WOULD’VE CHOPPED DA STUPID GIT WHERE HE STOOD AN’ HAD ‘IM FER DINNER. BUT ME ‘EART WEREN’T IN IT. SO, FER REASONZ I STILL AIN’T FIGURED OUT, I WENT ALONG WIF IT.
AN’ DAT’S WHEN I SAW ‘ER...
DA BIKE DA BEAKIE BIKER BOSS WUZ RIDIN’. ALL KRUMPED UP, BUT STILL FUNCTIONAL... STILL FULL OF POTENTIAL.
A TEAR OF JOY RAN DOWN ME FACE AS I SHOVED DA GROT ASIDE AN’ PULLED OUT WOT WOULD BECOME ME NEW BIKE.
AN’ ‘ERE IT IS. SKULLTHRONE. A BIKE SO FAST IT’S GOT RED WINGZ!
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