"No inuh. Why mi woulda write dung dem name?"

"That mia wonder too."

"wah mek uh ask?"

"Suhmu mi and Alli a try figure out but tanks still."

"Ah."

"A must Jerome den girl. But ask Jevante still."

"Yeh. Speaking of Jerome, dem lock him up."

"Eee. Fi wa the rape situation?"

"Yeh."

"Oh brah."

"Mi kinda sorry fi him as much as him duh mi wrong cause him neh know seh she that young fi tru."

"Sorry fi him fi wah. Mi nuh sorry fi him. Fi life him fi tan in deh just fi the fact seh him hurt yuh alone. Him lucky mi neh borrow mi cousin gun and shoot him ina him seed bag fi hurt yuh."

"Rass, nuh Derrick Morgan dat?" Allison said amused pointing to the male figure.

"Yes to rass."

"Body Good! Weh yah duh ova yah?"

"A weh the bloodclaat dis? A weh the bomboclaat dis? Aye big ole gyal doh question mi. Yuh brite Eee, what a way you bloodclaat bright. Mi nah come tell yuh mi business dutty stinkin rotten hole gyal."

Both Poochie and I were laughing uncontrollably as we looked around with the crowd to find who he was cussing.

Cya mek dem know seh a we yuh mad?

"Come bite mi wid yuh tongue dutty germs."

"Weh Derrick seh?" Poochie laughed as she hit me. Why she cya keep her hand to herself when she a laugh?

"Come suck out mi bombohole. Out a ada. Mi nuh know dis gyal inuh. Some people juss...Dem nuh know dem size and dem limited inuh."

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TEVOY'S POV:
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"E wull a unu pack up unu bomboclaat and leff mi place before mi haffi murder one a unu bloodclaat if not the whole fuck a unu."

Mi guh kill dem pussy yah one by one. As mi seh the culprit muss end up dead too.

Matter of fact...I clocked my pistol back and fired it at a random individual. Lodging the bullet in between his eyes and he fell to the floor.

Ca dem a tek mi fi fucking punk.

Mi gi dem more than enough time fi come clean suh dem get weh the bomboclaat duck get.

Gunshot.

Everyone scrambled out of the conference room in all different directions.

Who the fuck dem a cover fah?

"Boss. Mi know a who." An elderly man spoke once the room was empty.

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