Akwana put down his digging stick and smiled at the large, tasty grub he'd pried loose from under a rotting log in the African jungle.
"Oh boy" he thought: actually he thought in a different language, but let's use English.
He quickly ate the tasty grub then pulled out the modern phone he'd "liberated" from the last Christian missionary who had tried to proselytize him.
Akwana was rather sharp for an orphaned uneducated 18 year old Zulu and had learned much about America from watching the movie "Casino" over and over, committing it to memory: how that Joe Pesci rocked!
He scanned and then pondered the latest posts at his go to site, VCT, and chuckled; "That Tasha, she's at it again, now she's a sports bettor. Time to play with the mouthy harridan."
He keyed "Mammie, go gets me 'dat copy o' "Sport Ill-strated," I and I jus' found at de bus stop. I and I needs to figure out hows to bet all de upcoming games" but then paused to reflect on how long it had been and upon how much joy he'd received by inventing his MisterV sock puppet and masterfully weaving his controversial narratives.
He reveled in the feeling of power he felt simply by fooling all of the so-called Gambling Sharpies at VCT, DT, WoV and elsewhere.
Akwana completed his post and then urinated on a lurking black mamba: "What have I to worry about from a snake? With my powers of advanced internet forum sock puppetry I've nothing to fear."
With that he went back to digging for tasty grubs, ignoring the serpent.
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