Rabbit King walked inside Poor Man's house, but there was something missing... Poor Man! He looked high, he looked low. He looked high again, and he looked low again. Soon, he got tired of looking like a bobble head, so he went up the stairs. He noticed that one door was faintly open, so he came in, and heard noises coming from the closet. When he opened it, he saw Poor Man in a big pile of valuables. "Close it, quick! They could be here any minute now!", warned Poor Man, "Hide the knives, protect your...".
"Yea yea yea, they read the first Zebra Gangsters episode", said Rabbit King, "Now, why you making a fuzz now? You said they're in jail".
"Yes, after I called the police on them, big mistake, zebras hold grudges and they're out of prison allready! And they're problably looking for blood and murder this time!", cried Poor Man, "Those hideous little man witches are prablably stopped to stomp over an innocent little orphan and her little dog!".
"No, that's tomorrow said the man witch", said the angry zebra gangster chief, "Men, come here and take everything, but not before giving him a good beating, make him think twice about calling the authorities on us!".
"Not so fast, Rabbit King is a skilled kung-fu fighter, he'll whoop all of your butts you little...", rambled Poor Man ready to call them what they really are, but when he looked, Rabbit King was absent and the window was open, "Uh... you know what, just beat me, we all know it's coming".
"Hmph, you stupid dumbox", said the chief, "You call yourself a person?".
"Well, you're barely a member of the horse family yourself!", replied Poor Man.
"What did you say?", asked the chief.
'Uh, nothing, I said nothing", said Poor Man.
"No, he said you're barely a member of the horse family yourself to you sir", said Isaac.
"How dare you man!", shouted the chief when he smacked Isaac to the ground.
"But Poor Man said it first".
"Shut up", said Poor Man.
"Now he said shut up boss", said Isaac.
"Well, you've been coming into our dark side!", noted the cheif, "We would beat you now, but we don't have any knives with us right now! So, we'll be back, with our newly constructed ulitmate torment machine!".
So, Clio then spit out a ball, which he slammed to the ground, covering the whole room with smoke. Poor Man opened the window for the smoke to clear away, and the room was empty, absent of any zebras, any gangsters, or stuff. "Oh Spoiled Turnips, I'm completely vulnerable, you know what I need, I need a bodyguard!".
Bum, bum bum!