Jimmy let out a loud yawn as most of the crowd, at first attracted to their presence by the promise of what might have been a mildly entertaining distraction from the day's long hours of mock combat in the form of a rap battle on some guy's front lawn, made for the most part one of three equally embarrassing decisions. In light of the blatant display of magic on the part of the cracker in white many just pissed themselves and started running in terror, other, braver sorts were now pulling out their phones and recording the magic show without a f@#$ given towards the rap that made up the substance of the dispute, and several were now staring dumbfounded at what they had just witnessed clearly without enough wherewithal to make any sort of decision as to their next move. Mac for one looked like the only thing keeping him from running along with many of the others was the sheer amount of concentration he was expending simply to keep from fainting on the spot, a mental back and forth visible in his eyes between the competing forces of rationalization of what he had just witnessed and the underlying, lizard-brain horror of what it might mean that this random guy might actually have the power to command little people to appear out of thin air, and the fears of what that would actually mean in the grand scheme of things as well as for his immediate chances of walking out of this encounter in one piece and without developing severe traumatic psychological damage. Perhaps the guy with the fake grill and an apparent lack of interest in his opponent’s ability to conjure TV personalities into being out of thin air had seen similar displays of magical prowess before, though that would have seemed rather unlikely given he had been chance met at a live action roleplaying event primarily aimed towards young adults who fantasized magic rather than understood the actual dangers represented by individuals who could bend the nature of reality with their minds. Perhaps he was just insane, or convinced that it had been an elaborate display of common smoke and mirror street magic. 

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Either way, it didn’t stop him from busting into his routine the second the beat dropped. Sixteen seconds into the track and he was as ready as he was ever going to be, taking one last deep breath a moment before jumping to attention and taking a long step forward with his right foot. “Oohh, look out y’all, we got a [b]Bad-Ass[/b] [b]Over Here[/b]," seventeen seconds and change, and Jimmy threw his hands up in the air, turning his feet around in a circle as though to elicit a response from the remaining audience members. He knew that the kind of pace Kentucky here had belted during that last bit wasn't something most people were going to beat, but just because his opponent was fast didn't mean Jimmy wasn't gonna try and out-do his bitch ass. "With just two words he made his favorite [b]Lad-Lass[/b] [b]Appear[/b]," nineteen seconds in, and Jimmy was looking Wee Man square in the eye while making thrusting motions with his hips in his direction, in a mock imitation of what he figured Kentucky's main purpose in summoning him from out of nowhere must be on a regular basis. If this whole thing turned into an actual brawl, he already knew that he was gonna take him and use him as a human club to beat this magic slinging dirtbag. "Bet that’s real useful for [b]You[/b], really gets you [b]Going[/b], Need him bothering your [b]Boo[/b], to get her juices [b]Flowing[/b]," he had picked up the pace now, double time, and twenty seconds and change into the track his mind was made up to belt this out as quickly as he possibly could, regardless of the consequences for the rest of the exchange. He had plenty to say, little time to say it, and he knew it. "We all know your auntie-sister-cousin really don’t like [b]Him[/b], But you need him sneakin’ ‘round to keep things the way she likes it, [b]Grim[/b]," twenty two seconds and he picked up the pace further, half of the words leaving his mouth barely enunciated, but the crowd would have caught the gist and Kentucky, who was being faced and rapped at directly, would likely catch every word. 

"What’s next? Gonna summon some seven foot Amazonian to help you [b]Out[/b]? Thought my Lannister thing was over, why you just gonna go and reinforce [b]It[/b]? Spitting my own accolades, spinning my own web, more interesting tales I’d [b]Spout[/b], But some Southern slaver using magic to control little people just made this [b]Bit[/b]," twenty four seconds, he'd have to do better if he was going to finish in time. His left arm outstretched palm up as though he was holding something, Jimmy then tucked this invisible object to his chest and began rubbing at it with his right hand, presumably an imagined lamp given the context. “Master Kentucky Fried Cracker, I bestow upon thee three [b]Wishes[/b]. Whatever thy desire shall be granted [b]Thee[/b]. For I am a great and powerful Genie, whose might and grandeur could make you a [b]King[/b],” twenty seven seconds, and he had taken a step to the side with his hands at his hips, before taking a step and turning about face, reprising his second character, clearly meant to be Kentucky. “Why Genie, I wish for the ability to summon little men by spoken command so as to make them my [b]Bitches[/b], To posess the ivory raiment of Colonel Kay Ef Cracker so that I might be the most finely bedecked at afternoon [b]Tea[/b], And for the great feat of commanding hundreds of words a minute with which at my many small bitches I shall [b]Fling[/b], [b]Orders[/b], expand my family’s [b]Borders[/b], None of that matters much to me, but ‘till the wars are [b]Won[/b] my auntie-sister-cousin girlie has me by the [b]Pe[/b], --,” Jimmy grabbed at his crotch to emphasize the point, though he didn’t break his concentration nor his barrage of half-enunciated words. “[b]Mad[/b] about it so I pick on [b]Nerds[/b],” he made a fist and hit an imagined passerby, nearly actually hitting Mac, though whether or not that was intentional given his lack of situational awareness in his hyper focused state was impossible to say. “[b]Sad[/b] the fighting’ shedding lighting on her loyalties fickle as [b]Birds[/b],” he flapped his arms before making a grapping motion with both hands. “[b]Catch[/b] her with the guy from the supermarket fish section [b]Again[/b]?” 

“[b]Batch[/b] of fresh new worries got you thinking ‘bout some other guy who could buy her [b]Champaign[/b]?” he poured from an imagined bottle into a stemmed glass before moving his hand as though tipping it in Kentucky’s direction. “[b]Difference[/b] between you and me is I ain’t worried ‘bout tryin ‘a hook up with my [b]Family[/b], [b]Vociference[/b] of personality and character when I throw down don’t do so [b]Clamily[/b],” he pointed a thumb directly to his chest with his right hand, never missing a beat. “[b]All[/b] that propels me, drives me, fuels [b]Me[/b], [b]Brawl[/b] all day see, it’d be, best to [b]Flee[/b], [b]While[/b] you still can ‘fore those sad rhymes of your's elicit [b]Boos[/b], [b]I’ll[/b] gladly take a hand from you and our lovely audience in addition to your [b]Shoes[/b]," Jimmy pointed first to his right hand with his left before making a slashing motion at it with an imagined axe or blade, and then bowed low to what was left of the audience, at least half of the reason for the low bow being that he could hide his face long enough to take several brittle, gasping attempts at getting oxygen back into his blood stream. He felt like he was going to pass out, and he knew he’d have to do this all over again in a minute, but if he could help it he sure as shit wasn’t gonna let the audience or Kentucky see him squirm. Best case scenario he got his point across to Kenzie, whose boots he could see some ten feet behind him out of the corner of his eye with his head and back bent so low, and he might elicit some applause from the crowd mostly spawned by her egging them on to it. He knew most of them weren’t actually listening to a word either of them were saying or he would have won after this, instead more preoccupied with Wee Man’s sudden appearance at the magical behest of his opponent, but there was still a chance his far superior burnage might elicit some favor from the masses. Who knows, maybe his opponent would take something personally, throw his shoes off and stomp back into his house. 

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“Oohh, look out y’all, we got a [b]Bad-Ass[/b] [b]Over Here[/b]," 
With just two words he made his favorite [b]Lad-Lass[/b] [b]Appear[/b], 
Bet that’s real useful for [b]You[/b], really gets you [b]Going[/b], 
Need him bothering your [b]Boo[/b], to get her juices [b]Flowing[/b], 
We all know your auntie-sister-cousin really don’t like [b]Him[/b], 
But you need him sneakin’ ‘round to keep things the way she likes it, [b]Grim[/b],

What’s next? Gonna summon some seven foot Amazonian to help you [b]Out[/b]? 
Thought my Lannister thing was over, why you just gonna go and reinforce [b]It[/b]? 
Spitting my own accolades, spinning my own web, more interesting tales I’d [b]Spout[/b], 
But some Southern slaver using magic to control little people just made this [b]Bit[/b], 

Master Kentucky Fried Cracker, I bestow upon thee three [b]Wishes[/b]. 
Whatever thy desire shall be granted [b]Thee[/b]. 
For I am a great and powerful Genie, whose might and grandeur could make you a [b]King[/b],
Why Genie, I wish for the ability to summon little men by spoken command so as to make them my [b]Bitches[/b], 
To posess the ivory raiment of Colonel Kay Ef Cracker so that I might be the most finely bedecked at afternoon [b]Tea[/b], 
And for the great feat of commanding hundreds of words a minute with which at my many small bitches I shall [b]Fling[/b], 

[b]Orders[/b], expand my family’s [b]Borders[/b], None of that matters much to me, but ‘till the wars are [b]Won[/b] my auntie-sister-cousin girlie has me by the [b]Pe[/b], --, [b]Mad[/b] about it so I pick on [b]Nerds[/b], [b]Sad[/b] the fighting’ shedding lighting on her loyalties fickle as [b]Birds[/b], [b]Catch[/b] her with the guy from the supermarket fish section [b]Again[/b]? [b]Batch[/b] of fresh new worries got you thinking ‘bout some other guy who could buy her [b]Champaign[/b]? [b]Difference[/b] between you and me is I ain’t worried ‘bout tryin ‘a hook up with my [b]Family[/b], [b]Vociference[/b] of personality and character when I throw down don’t do so [b]Clamily[/b], [b]All[/b] that propels me, drives me, fuels [b]Me[/b], [b]Brawl[/b] all day see, it’d be, best to [b]Flee[/b], [b]While[/b] you still can ‘fore those sad rhymes of your's elicit [b]Boos[/b], [b]I’ll[/b] gladly take a hand from you and our lovely audience in addition to your [b]Shoes[/b],"