Code Switching (Part 3 of 4)

By Malon Edwards







(...Continued from Part 2)



[JEAN-MICHEL]







A SWEET-ASS HELICOPTER AND TEN STATER STRANGERS?



JEAN-MICHEL FEAT. THE NAUGHTY NINETY-DAY FANDANGO







I'm feelin' this Bell 525 Relentless like Ellen Gilchrist playin' bid whist wit her redheaded MILF temptress. She's a proper drawers dropper chopper wit no love for the paupers. Her black chrome exterior makes me want to chill in her eighty-eight-square-foot cabin interior until homo erectus becomes superior.



And I'm not the only one.



Sittin' wit me are ten Stater strangers who fear no danger because of the two exo-fighters flankin' us as we drink an' cuss, comforted by their protection against the Sovereign State of Chicago's skanky trust.



Listen to me. Talkin' like how a real Stater must.



Three of these girls might be smilin' true, but on their faces you can see fear of Electric Resurrection, too. It's a look all eleven of us have, but we play it cool—or at least try to appear to.