I awaken wit a start another nightmare, mo' memoriez of bein separated from her...I look ta mah left n' smile as I peep Timpani chillin blissfully even as tha light floodz up in all up in tha crack up in tha curtains. I git up n' make mah way ta draw dem tha rest of tha way closed.
I hear a lil' small-ass yawn n' turn ta peep dat mah stirrin disturbed her chill. Internally cursin mah dirty ass, I give her tha phattest smile I can muster.
"Dope mornin Blumiere." Timpani holla'd, her voice makin mah smile a lil' bit mo' genuine.
"Dope mornin mah dear, sorry ta disturb yo thugged-out ass." I holla'd attemptin ta tip mah basebizzle cap before realizin dat shiznit was hangin by tha door.
"Oldskool habits take a thugged-out dirtnap hard." Timpani holla'd wit a smirk when she realized what tha fuck I was tryin ta do.
Da only response I gave was a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart as I smiled back fo' realz. As I make mah way back ta tha bed, I hear a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp knockin all up in tha door.
"Count, biatch? Da Supa-Hoe be askin fo' a crew!" I hear a gangbangin' familiar voice call from outside of tha room.
"Mimi, we've spoken bout all dis bullshit. There is nuff muthafuckin bizzatches up in dis land." I holla'd, rubbin mah eyes wit slight annoyance.
"Well dat shiznit was tha dark one!" Biatch called back.
"Yo ass can come in, tha door is unlocked." I holla'd, tirin of Mimi's yelling.
Mimi entered tha room, of course dat biiiiatch was bustin tha maid tracksuit she insisted upon bustin when dat dunkadelic hoe tracked our asses ta dis ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch bowed low, up in tha exaggerated fashizzle dat I expected from her muthafuckin ass.
"Dope Mornin Count son! Oh, n' Lady Timpani too!" Mimi giggled.
"So, tha bizzatch of night requires a crew?" I holla'd, as I grabbed mah hat. I looked back ta Timpani whoz ass was already up n' preparin ta muthafuckin bounce. "Straight-up well, inform her dat we is ghon be there immediately."
"Yes yes y'all, Count." Mimi holla'd politely as her big-ass booty stepped back outta tha room ta let tha door close.
"She's as chipper as eva." Timpani holla'd wit a huff as her big-ass booty shook tha chill from her lil' small-ass frame.
"Indeed." I holla'd simply as I retrieved mah cane. "I'm just glad our phat asses don't need ta leave tha castle fo' dis meeting. I dread rockin dat disguise spell."
"But Blumiere, you're so adorable as a pony!" Timpani teased.
"Please don't remind mah dirty ass..."I holla'd, shudderin all up in tha memory of lookin at a horse-lookin version of mah dirty ass up in tha mirror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
Our room was up in a apparently abandoned corridor, far from wanderin eyes yet close enough ta tha throne room fo' tha bizzatches ta 'check in' on our asses if they felt dat shiznit was necessary. I opened tha door n' looked back ta Timpani.
"I suppose we'd dopest not keep her waiting. We need ta finish whatever bidnizz our crazy asses have up in there before tha nobilitizzle comes up in fo' Day-court." I holla'd, not wantin ta relive bein temporarily turned tha fuck into a rappin' cow ta prevent what tha fuck Supa-Hoe Celestia called a 'political nightmare.'