[i]--SEA TO SHINING SEA
I SLAM TRACKS LIKE QUARTERBACK SACKS FROM LT
NOW WHY TRY AND TEST THE REBEL INS?
BLESSED SINCE THE BIRTH
I EARTH-SLAM YOUR BEST
CAUSE I BAKE THE CAKE THEN TAKE THE CAKE AND EAT IT TOO
WITH MY CREW WHILE WE HEAD STATE TO STATE[/i]

"And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus! Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin to fuck wit!" The husky retelling of the 36 Chambers echoed from a blue-haired avatar of average height, complete with small bat wings and a slightly risque uniform covered up haphazardly by a leather jacket, massive sword slung over her shoulder. Her right hand, contorted in the shape of a finger gun, fired imaginary bullets as she moved it left to right in time with her bars. To see her would have been textbook cognitive dissonance. "Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted, Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit!"

Yep! Another beautiful day in Arun wi--[i]helloooooo.[/i]

WalliamWillace. What a name. Oh God. Des found herself holding in a laugh. That beat her pun. English speaker? Des hadn't spoken English in a week, since she'd last Skyped her mom. She could feel it itching on her tongue (and the #fire rhymes of Inspectah Deck just didn't have the same ring in Japanese) but she knew she could resist if...if...

"Hey there!" she called out. "Great name!" She paused a second, and then repeated herself in Japanese. Just in case. To be polite. Manners ain't nothin' to fuck wit.