And he wakes up in the valley three hours
later, face down, side of his face full of gravel. Felt something
wet... as he gets up he's in a puddle of something. And then he gets up... as he gets up and he starts to wipe and his eyes start to barely crack open, and he smells something that comes from a different dimension, a different side of the numbers. And he feels it in his ass
crack, and he takes it and he looks, and it's highlighted green matrix juice you bitch ass nigga.
Don't ever ask me to tell you a motherfucking story again. He was just laying there in matrix juice, just a puddle of bust matrix juice from this
weird matrix monster that came and fucked him through a different dimension. There's your fucking bedtime story. Take your black ass to
bed.
