So, here I am, minding my own business right? When out of no where, I'm dragged through some closet to a world called Narnia or some shit. There's this huge talking lion thing called Assland or something. He's all talking to me about eating reece's for breakfast. "CANDY FOR BREAKFAST?" I asked, "No, I'm talking about Reece's Puffs cereal." He says. I take one little bite and my mom got scared and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Belair. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, nah holmes forget it, YO HOME TO BELAIR. I pulled up the the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "YO HOLMES, SMELL YOU LATER!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Belair.
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But you're so clever you must be a Brit. 
