had the 2004 magic bullets been slightly less magic, chen wouldn't have been around
it took those stupid bodyguards a long time to get him to the hospital. by then there wouldn't be enough blood left in him to keep a chicken alive and so he'd be a goner
when the master's gone, one'd hear the lackeys' mournful song, "Massa's in de Cold, Cold Ground":
Where de(the) ivy am a-creeping O'er de grassy mound Dare(there) old massa(master) am a-sleeping Sleeping in de cold, cold ground
Down in de ricefield Hear dat(that) mournful sound All de lackeys am a-weeping Massa's in de cold, cold ground
Now de orange trees am blooming On de sandy shore Now de summer days am coming Massa nebber(never) bullshits no more
Massa make de lackeys love him Cayse('cause) he was so kind Now, dey(they) sadly weep above him Mourning cayse he leave dem(them) behind