Satiricus was happy with the way things were turning out. He didn’t have to face the firing squad of his buddies at the Back Street Bar nowadays, since the leaders of his KFC party were keeping low profiles. The fellas, on the other hand, thought they’d become irrelevant now that they’d been discarded like used tissue; but that was neither here nor there.
“Suh wha mek yuh leadah Grain Ja a run fram dem reporta?” demanded Cappo, as soon as they’d polished off their first beer.
“Firstly, he’s NOT my leader,” said Satiricus with a smirk. “Our KFC’s just in a coalition with his Pee an’ See!”
“Really?” said Bungi, as his eyebrows nearly reached his hairline in surprise. “Suh how come Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat a talk ‘bout de man like ‘e a Kim Jong?!!”
“But why don’t you answer the question why Grain Ja don’t want to face reporters?” asked Hari quietly.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to answer questions about “I is” Broom?” suggested Satiricus. “Would you want to talk about a relative who acts like a ‘bad woman’?”
“Well, if ah me fam’ly, me cyaan do nuttin ‘bout she,” said Cappo. “But “I is” Broom na Grain Ja family.”
“Yes Sato,” piped up Bungi. “Grain Ja can fyaah she any time!”
“But you do know Grain Ja is from Bartica, and so is the Broom, don’t you?” pointed out Satiricus. “Maybe they ARE relatives!”
“Even if dem a fam’ly, ‘e sh’u’d still fyaah she,” said Bungi firmly. “She mek ‘e haan drap!”
“Maybe it’s not just “I is” Broomes,” suggested Hari. “The reporters might ask him who he prefers to become Chair of the Pee an’ See.”
“Yuh mean who guh tu’n Pressie afta de nex’ election!” butted in Cappo.
“Ev’rybaddy know ‘e gat fuh pick de army bai!” chuckled Bungi.
“That’s Grain Ja’s real family!!” said Hari. “He doesn’t want to say power will be kept in the family!!”
“An’ dat Nagga Man an’ Rum Jhaat ah dead meat!” chuckled Cappo, looking slyly at Satiricus.
