(THERE IS A CLASSROOM SETTING.
IN OTHER WORDS, THE SKIT TAKES PLACE IN A CLASSROOM. THE STUDENTS ARE
"Okay, Jimmy, you're up."
"Once upon a time, there was a nigga. THE END."
(LOOKS UP AT CLASS, SMILING A DEVILISH SMILE.)
"What? Wait. That-I didn't mean "THE END" like the end
of the story. I was using the literary mechanism where you say "THE
END" but what you really mean is that there's much, much more great
content to come. I mean, sure, we'd all be satisfied with the story if
I stopped there, but you know me, I like to go above and beyond what is
expected of me in the class."
"What literary device are you talking about?"
"I said WHAT DEVICE IS THAT?!"
"Oh...it's called onomatopoeia."
"What?! An onomatopoeia is when the word is spelled how it sou--"
(She is interrupted by Jimmy continuing on with his 'story'.)
"--THE END for the nigga, that is. You see, this nigga messed with
the wrong mothafuckas. Some punk bitches fucked him up. Then, they came
back and dropped bowling balls on him until he died. It's an interesting
thing seeing a nigga being killed by bowling balls. I'm sure it's interesting
to see any human being get killed by bowling balls, but I've only seen
a nigga get killed by a bowling ball, and I can only tell you what I have
seen and what I know, and I've have seen a nigga get killed by a bowling
ball, and let me tell you, it is interesting to see that. THE END."