The Legend of Ricardo
Ricardo was tired that day so she sat down on the park bench next to a sleeping hobo who woke up upon her arrival."Aren't you Ricardo?" he asked.
"Yes, and my mother was Ricardo, and my grandmother before her," Ricardo replied, fumbling in her pocket for something or another. Probably she was looking for some change but you never know.
"But Ricardo is a Spanish men's name," said the hobo, and Ricardo kindly removed his teeth for him and he didn't bother her about it again.
She got up to find a vending machine to put her change into and hopefully buy something caffeinated but there didn't really seem to be any around. She did find a phone though so she called her Bestest Best Buddy Ever, Mr. The Duck. But Mr. The Duck was kinda busy ("After all it's Thursday!" he said, "and you know what THAT means" he continued, his voice pregnant with deep meaning). Now changeless, Ricardo fumbled again in her pocket, probably hoping to find more change but you really can never tell with those types.
At that moment forty-seven-and-a-half ninjas sprang out from the scenery.
"僕’Bはあなた方のお母様です！" their leader shouted. The legendary battle cry reverberated throughout the park.
Ricardo found whatever she was looking for in her pocket, finally. She pulled out a Death and pretty soon there weren't any ninjas around bothering her any more at all. It's just like I said, you THINK people like that are just trying to find a quarter or whatnot but bam, they got a Death in there and it's just not normal I tell you.
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