Clockwork Yellow 6

Il-yi-wa and Kuh-juh were left alone in their majestic apartment in Fifth Avenue. They were bored out of their witz and wondering what the fuck to do. They decided to go to a nightclub. Kuh-juh and Il-yi-wa could dance and they danced like crazy motherfuckers.

The music was loud and obnoxious and the lights danced all over the place. They danced and danced and danced and Kuh-juh was looking especially hot with her long, silky Asian hair and her sharp eyes. She danced and danced and danced. They went dancing madly, lovely, sharply.

Some Americans began to dance next to Kuh-juh. They tried to grind next to her and dance in front of her. Kuh-juh did not say anything but danced away. Then she went to the bar for a drink.

"Can I buy you a drink?" someone asked her.

Kuh-juh looked straight at him and then walked away. Walk away.

"You can't just ignore me like that when I was being so charming?"

Il-yi-wa went up to the guy and looked him straight in the eyes. He gritted his teeth and then punched him in the face. He punched him hard in the stomach and then punched him on the side of the face again. Then he began to kick him like crazy, like a madman over and over again. He punched him because his real sister had been raped by a white man. He punched him for each time a white man stole a girlfriend of his. He punched and kicked him for all the times the White Man humiliated him. He kicked him also because it felt good to kick him. He kicked him over and over again until fangs came out of his feet and sharply dug into the flesh of the White Man. He wanted to kick him again but the life had gone out of him.

Kuh-juh's hair began to grow like crazy, dancing with the music. IT wrapped the body of the white man like seaweed and absorbed his life-energy. Underneathe the waves and fingers of her hair, the body of the white man disappeared.

No one said a thing. Even those who had seen what had just happened could not believe. The music kept on playing and no one noticed that a murder had taken place.