A dialogue/story from the mind of Sean Tracy
Intro: One night a guy named Steve-O was walking home from a party that night. He was worried about walking down the next street that was the only way that led to his house.. This street, the only one with no lights on it because those there had knocked them out to make it easier to- well, easier to hunt. Yeah, that's why Steve was scared, scared of the vampires. Not just any vampires either. Ghetto vampires. You heard right. GHETTO. G-h-e-t-t-o. They had lived on the streets all their lives and had developed quite the black attitude about life. They hunted only in the darkest of night on those stupid enough to trespass. They were monstrously large things, each one 7 feet tall or more, wearing bling-bling and capes. Sound creepy? More like half-assed, right? Well enjoy reading.
Steve hears a noise in the alley.
Steve: What the hell was that!
Vampire: Heh. Welcome to the nizzy nabba hood brotha. You best get yo' azz up out here now or Imma bite tocker tacker..
Steve: Sh*t! A ghetto vampire!
Vampire: What was that sucka?
Steve: Uhh, I need to go through here to get home.
Vampire: Well sing sang aint not that a diddlo friggin shame. Im almost shick shackin a tear for ya dogg.
Steve: Could you say that again? I don't understand black.
Vampire: Too bad. You won't get not much ziblle of nothin soon tunch sucka, cuz im bout ta bite your white zigga azz!
Steve: I don't think so freak.
Vampire: What ticktack shil did you just ming tuz call at me nut nat?
Steve:: I just called you a freak.
Vampire: Come zizzle fazzle say that tibb tab yorleo to fing fock my face!
Steve O walks closer.
Steve: I SAID YOURE A MOTHER FUCKING -
The Ghetto Vampire bites hard on Steve O's neck.
Steve: ahhhhhhhhhh!
Vampire: SHIZZ SHAZZ!
Steve drops to the ground.
Vampire: Tizz nazz, fazz rack nubber ting tang. HAHAHAHA GHETTO!
*** This is interpreted from what most white people can understand when "brothers" talk***