Floret reached fo' tha door handle n' entered tha Library, n' was greeted by a stallion dat was rather sick lookin at first glace.

And then tha pimpin' muthafucka turned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And Florets hoof done cooked up a funky-ass beeline fo' Flickers grill as fast as dat thugged-out biiiatch could move dat shit.

This is awesome.