While crafting a PM to convince her "casino friends" to "loan" her some money "for unexpected medical bills," Karen heard what could best be described as a ruckus outside of her hovel.

"Mammie, goes and sees what's 'dat noise."

Mammie paused her constant scrubbing, thankful for the needed break: she looked out the window and espied the darndest thing.

"Chile, comes an' lookit 'dis."

"Jus' a minute, I and I needs to finish 'dis fraudin'."

Karen finished, hit "send" then peeked.

"What be 'dat aminal, mammie? It look kinda like a big fucked up horsey."

Mammie smiled: "'Dat be a camel: I knows 'cause he pitcher it be on de cover o' my cig-rets."

Awed by their first sight of the Ship Of The Desert, they were startled by a loud knock on the door, followed by ten non-stop rings of the bell.

"I and I'll gets it" yelped the fraudulent floor shitter; she opened the door and was greeted by a sight she'd NEVER be able to erase from her memory: it was HIM, he'd finally arrived, in full, splendid regalia.