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Back-Then In-Verse Lore Pt. 2
- Loyalists Conference Transcript:
- Dated April 9th, 1790
- Transcript:
- (office conference room type setting, da kinG (DK), Will Da Killa (WDK), Charles Cornwallis (CC), Henry Clinton (HC), Charles Townshend (CT), Lord North (LN), and J B (JB) all sit around an oval shaped mahogany desk sized for a conference)
- HC: …but yeah, the Colonists are just projecting. I just know for a fact little Benny likes his BBC having muscular dudes.
- LN: (gruff) Don’t forget about that Knox Em loser too, when he’s not asking ChatGPT to write him a diss track, he’s probably taking it from behind like the good girl he is.
- (everyone laughs hysterically for about a minute, then DK gets the attention of everyone)
- DK: (as everyone turns to look at him) Hello, everyone, I have summoned every single one of you here because we need to talk about this bum Benjamin Franklin, more like Ben Da Internet Thugg.
- CC: Oh, I know Franklin, I think I heard of him making bifocals
- DK: He blew a closeted judge to steal the patent from one of our Loyalists. Simple as that.
- WDK: Yeah, he’s nothing short of pathetic, I mean, he probably botted his ticket sales
- DK: Define ‘ticket sales’, William.
- WDK: He’s doing concerts, haven’t you heard he’s doing concerts
- DK: He’s doing… WHAT!?
- WDK: Yeah, I was saying he probably botted his ticket sales so they’d look like they sold out when Ben’s the last person who should be selling out a concert, venues with 200,000 seats, by the way.
- DK: HE’S SELLING OUT CONCERTS!? SERIOUSLY!? If our legendary rappers can’t even combine to sell 6
- Timmy (a little kid that somehow snuck into the conference with no one noticing): Six s
- LN: (pulls out his 9mm and fatally shoots Timmy) Problem solved, sir.
- DK: Thank you very much, North. Now where were we?
- LN: You were talking about concerts
- DK: Oh yeah, as I was saying, if we can’t combine for 6 total concertgoers, there is no reason Ben should be able to get anyone, let alone sell out a venue with 200 thousand seats.
- CT: And… what exactly do you propose to do about this? You’re the king, you should know.
- DK: Well, what do YOU think? If you think it’s worth discussing, you should have an idea.
- CT: Well, we can continue dropping diss tracks, y’know? The Americans do have the most bandwagons but maybe the scholars in the future will realize we won.
- JB: Nah, the bandwagons will continue to give their leaders head into eternity and probably teach their descendants to do the same. We should regroup and just launch another war. After all, they should’ve used up all their luck in the Revolutionary War.
- LN: But they have more now, we should just make trading and shit hell for them. They can’t grow without trade.
- JB: Then other powers might wage war on us, and the Americans might get some decent resources .
- LN: Nah, they’re too retarded for that.
- WDK: So, are we gonna do shit about Ben or not? It’s not that hard of a question.
- CT: As I was saying, we could drop more disses
- JB: You don’t even have a rap name.
- CT: It’ll be Charles Da Town Destroyer, and peep these bars I made:
- “Yeah, claimin’ you get the bitches, but like the place you run from, you got the block.
- Never sniffin’ my level, I’m the novel writer and you just an annoying unerasable blotch.
- You wanna act like you with these real gangstas, this Blood always keeps a Glock.
- And like BiWDKie said, when I got a gun in your mouth, ain’t it hard to talk?”
- WDK: BiWDKie was literally a Crip. They’ll point that out
- CT: Him and Tupac wanted to make peace, so it doesn’t matter.
- DK: Alright, alright, people, I appreciate all your suggestions, they’re all good, but I have a better solution.
- LN: And what exactly do you propose?
- DK: I’m glad you asked. We regroup.
- LN: Please define regroup.
- DK: Alright, I may sound retarded at first, but hear me out. We stop dissing them, like nada, not shit
- LN: If we stop dissing their bum asses, we’ll look like pussies
- DK: But if we stop responding, it’ll look like they aren’t worth responding to.
- LN: That’s very easy to twist, and besides, that’s not how it works
- DK: But if they step in our territory, we do real shit to them
- LN: Define ‘real shit’
- DK: Like, killing them, just like real gangsters do.
- LN: So, you’re saying the Colonists aren’t real gangsters
- DK: You didn’t know already?
- LN: Bro, they killed George Germain and Thomas Gage. You think they won’t do shit
- DK: They didn’t die, they just became legally braindead. From the Colonists’ actions. Period.
- HC: What about Ben’s concerts?
- DK: Oh, the Colonists will see. (sinister smile plays on DK’s mouth)
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