Satiricus hurried over to the Back Street Bar with unusual enthusiasm. Now that he’d left the KFC, he didn’t have the burden of defending the indefensible against the fellas and ending up on the back foot every time. But as he headed towards the back table he admitted to himself he did feel a twinge of sympathy for some of his friends who’d decided to still support Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat.
“Hey Sato, ‘e look like yuh bai dem jine up full wid de Pee’nSee!” said Bungi, as Satiricus took his seat and reached for a beer.
“What did they do now?” asked Satiricus with some interest.
“Yuh na see Nagga Man skin ‘e teet’ w’en dem Pee’nSee hooligan bin cuss dong dem reporta?”asked Cappo heatedly.
“I guess Sato was too ashamed to see how low his old leaders could sink,” said Hari, trying to save Satiricus’ blushes.
“As a matter of fact, I was,” admitted Satiricus. “You never do know people, do you.”
“Budday me bin always know Nagga Man a wan snake,” said Bungi. “Fram de moment ‘e na seh nuttin w’en GrainJa gyam Larwah fuh de Prime Minista jab!”
“But me gat fuh seh Rum Jhaat look like ‘e a duck fuh cova!” laughed Cappo.
“Well, Rum Jhaat can always earn a living, you know,” pointed out Hari. “What can Nagga Man do?”
“Sell Bush Rum!” laughed Bungi. “But den ‘e might drink out de stack!”
“But seriously guys,” said Satiricus, “what happened to the other partners of the Pee’nSee? I don’t see them around.”
“Budday, de LGE show de Pee’nSee dem fellas a jus’ dead weight!” said Cappo. “Suh de Pee’nSee t’row dem aff de ship!”
“Naah! I don’t think so,” said Hari. “The PNC will need some fellas to help water boy, Nagga Man!”
“I beg your pardon!” said Satiricus in mock anger. “My old leader is more than a water boy. He’s now the attack poodle in the Chronic!”
“Bow Wow!” barked Bungi, as he raised his bottle.
