[nr. Pimp Cabin]

[whothehelldoyou]

[From the Pimp Cabin, there is a slow, rhythmic bonk... bonk... bonk... noise. Then, in a shower of glass, a window bursts open and the triumphant cry goes up:]

--yes! Fuckin' freedom, I-- SHIT

[and then a grapehippo arcs not-so-gracefully to the ground from the vicinity of Kamina's broken window, trailing drool, and lands in some bushes]