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Cootie. That's your name, baby.
Cootie!
Oh boy, you are big.
Heart, head, hands, feet.
Here.
I thought you might like that.
You know, you a big mother fucker.
All the wear and tear that you're putting on this house.
I mean just leaning on the walls, you putting holes in 'em
and I gotta fix this shit myself
'cause I don't want nobody to see your big ass
because if they see you, they gonna try to get the people and turn you in.
I'm sorry.
When this paint dry just make sure you stay on the yellow side.
Heir to the modern computational
instruments fortune, successful comic book publisher,
Jay Whittle, sold record breaking amounts of The Hero,
but by issue number 12, The Hero would jump off the page
and into the embattled streets of Oakland.
Get your mind right, half wits.
Why do you let him watch this shit?
He doesn't have much, let him have this.
The Daily is about to find out
just what makes the enigmatic entrepreneur tick.
I think that people see in colors
and I see in black and white.
I suppose gray is a color,
but even that color isn't in my color wheel.
It's very simple, really.
People shouldn't have to be afraid.
People shouldn't feel like they have a gun
pointed at their head all the time.
Uh-
People should feel protected. The law protects people.
The law leads to order.
And order is how we make sure that everyone...
...is safe.
Jay?
I really, I hope that you weren't threatened by that in any way.
- That certainly wasn't my intention. - No, of course.
Let me hold your hand.
- The world is not ready yet. - How could you know, Mom?
You never ask a Gemini how they know things.
I feel like I can't breathe in here.
Last night, the infamous Cocoa Twins
were captured and taken off the open streets for good.
The two men were connected with a cigarette stealing crime spree
that lasted about a month.
- You still watching TV? - It's just the news.
How many hours of reading have you put in?
I told you, 10 hours of book reading, three hours of exercise.
One hour of hygiene and three hours to do what I want.
- I know. I already did my 10. - You need to get discipline.
Is that your feet, your butt, or your arms I smell?
Keep it right here...
You want the Bing-Bang Burger
to burger your burger...
...This wet, juicy burger deep in your mouth
for premium satisfaction... Get over here now!
You gonna keep on campaigning, you gonna get elected.
Come on, let's go. Let's do this. Come on.
Heart, head, hands, feet.
As long as I push, there is no defeat.
Get your right shoulder out Cootie. Stay on the yellow, man.
- Slowly, slowly. - Only on the yellow, man.
- I need- - Stay on the yellow, man.
Keep it calm, Martisse.
I have to get out of here.
- What you think, boy? - Oh!
Whoa!
- Ah, ah, shoes. - Oh.
- You know better than that. - Whoa.
Next stop... the world.
Not yet.
Not until your 21st birthday.
Why? What, I'll magically be ready two years from now?
Yeah. Trust us.
Can't trust us, who can you trust?
What?
A Bing? It's not poison?
It's a version of a Bing-Bang burger.
Yeah, it's aversion.
You know we ain't gonna bring that poison in here to you.
You lucky we got your back.
- You ever took my mama to Bing-Bang? - Who? Her?
- Hell nah. - You know who I mean.
Look, my little sister was a beautiful soul.
Okay, I wouldn't give her the poison.
I wouldn't give it to you and I damn sure wouldn't give it to myself.
Heart, head, hands, feet. Come on, come on.
Heart, head, hands, feet. As long as I push, there's no defeat.
My discipline is the structure which makes me complete.
A clear mind shall nourish and truth is never weak.
I suffer for the day when all shall gain.
I'll be ready for the world and ready for the pain.
Get your mind right, half wits.
Get your mind right, half wits.
I ain't trying to go to jail but,
this bitch obviously don't know who she fucking with.
This bitch really don't know who she fucking with.
Focus on your key words today. Control, magnetic, commanding.
From that day forward,
I knew nothing would stop me from achieving greatness.
From that day forward,
I knew nothing would stop me from achieving greatness.
Psst! Hey!
I saw you!
I saw you man.
Now I understand why Francine and 'Tisse brought in this fence and these trees.
Look man, my permit paperwork is so fishy.
Believe me, I'm not trying to blow your spot up
and have the city coming around here. You dig?
I can see the old bay from up there.
I've got two and a half outta five bridges. I'm Lalo, man.
I'm making some tamales for the block party.
I'll sneak some over if you want.
Tamales?
Best in Oakland.
Yes, please.
It ain't no Bing-Bang Burger like your old man 'Tisse loves.
Like, like Martisse loves?
Me and him, we used to fuck a Bing-Bang Burger hardcore style
every other day it seems like.
I figured you must be into it too because you-
Mothafucka...
I had to move it out of the way, keep track of your own shit.
It's not even out here.
You doing more of your watching, huh? That's good.
I'm sorry I act ungrateful sometimes. I know you guys just want the best for me.
Like how you don't want me to eat the poison that these corporations feed people
like Bing-Bang Burger.
I know you wouldn't want me to eat something that you haven't ate,
so I'm sorry for acting like a pouty little kid.
Apology accepted.
Hey, where you headed?
- We 'finna go to the park. - Y'all gonna be hanging out all night?
I don't know, maybe.
If you can't trust us, who can you trust? Control.
We used to fuck with Bing-Bang Burger hardcore style.
This bitch obviously don't know who she fucking with.
- Virgo. - Yo!
Bro, what the fuck?
This is the last, bro, stop buying his cheap shit, bro.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Nasty as fuck.
Almost burned my fucking throat.
Damn!
Stop! you're gonna make me pee on myself!
- I'm just sayin'! - Just piss in the bushes. Go!
- Baby bladder! - Shut up!
Oh, damn. Okay.
Hey, yo.
I'm on some high shit. Alright.
What the...?
Oh shit! Hey! Hey!
- Come on! - What?
The bush just ran away!
It's a damn giant.
When your mom makes dinner and it's -
Let me let my boy Felix tell his version of the story, you dig?
I saw what I saw. It was a 13 foot tall nigga
with leaves and shit all over, twigs...
Hey, hey, we got t-shirts based off Felix's drawing of the Twamp Monster.
Twamp Monster.
- Hey link in the bio. - Link in bio.
- Get yours before they go okay? - Twamp team, my people soft.
Whoo!
She's a rubber. You feel me?
She coming over to me, I'm like, and so we arguing and shit.
I'm like, look, if you talking all of that you must got the wrong tool in your hand...
...what you really wanna hold?
Hey!
I told y'all! Hey, bro! I see you!
- Just come out. - Hey, what's up?
Holy shit. Hey, you wanna hit this?
- Bro! No! - Chill, chill.
Whoa!
This shit is saucy. Hey Scat, come here.
I really thought they grew weed in here.
I'm I'm Cootie.
Well it's "Kuti" but you can call me Cootie.
- So, you work at Auto Area? - Uh, I do, yes.
Ay bro, honestly, I just work there so I can get parts to fix up my car.
But it's really like the car is my job 'cause it's really... fuck Auto Area.
Yeah. My parents told me that if you don't get a job
they send you directly to jail, so... that make sense.
You know, as a young black man if you walk down the street
and the police see that you don't have a job, they send you directly to jail.
I know all about it.
- Bro, that's not exactly how it is. - I mean metaphorically
- that's how it goes... - Well, shit.
Damn!
So, uh, besides when he saw you, you never been out there?
My mom made me some tacos. You guys want some?
She made, she made a good amount.
- I'm good, man. - Okay.
- Wow. - Damn, is it good?
Hey yo, I'm just gonna just ask what we all thinking,
- why you so damn big, bro? - Facts.
I started to think maybe my size is a sign.
Yeah, it says step back bitches.
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