Karen McIntasha was mopping up on aisle three when her flip phone's ring tone, "The Mickey Mouse Club theme song" rang.

"Hello?"

"Hiya sweet cheeks. This is Zendouche, the GOAT calling with a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"I and I needs no 'stended war-ty, I and I gots no car."

"No, I'm not selling...I'm buying. I'm buying YOU a plane ticket to Las Vegas. I think we can make beautiful music together."

"I and I don't sing or play but I and I has a boom box."

"Cute. Anyway, I've followed your posts on WoV and VCT for years and I have an idea for a killer advantage play that only YOU can help pull off. So, what do you say...wanna get rich quick?"

Karen espied a scurrying cockroach and stomped it; she reached for a greasy chicken leg in her hideous handbag and while munching she passed some truly vile gas, permeating the air to a redolent degree.

"Goes on...what's I and I s'posed to do?"

"Here's the deal. Over the years I've discovered a few areas in the casinos that the eye in the sky cannot espy, "blind spots" if you will. The play is for you to shit on the floor in a blind spot and then sit down in your shit and moan and scream, yelling 'I've fallen and I can't get up.' I've already enlisted a local lawyer, the Hound, to do the legal work and a bent sawbones, PooPoo, to fake the medical records. We'll get a big payday from the casinos. We split it all equally, one-quarter each. What do you say?"

Karen scratched her ass then said "OK, but no funny bid'ness I and I be a asexual virgin."

"Not to worry, I only fuck couches. So you're in?"

""Sho 'nuf am. At last my ship's came in."