The Lone Wolf, the white ass coon, heads to his solitary dwelling. He knows all too well the Niggazoids and Crackatrons are one in the same. The Guerilla Wizard Forces have bounty hunters to put thoughts in his mind subliminally. The Lone Wolf finds comfort in the bass music streaming up and down the empty road late at night as he rests among the gravy fries and back ache. My back and my knee! Knuh! Anyone hiring?