Now da Naz was a carpenter kiddy, cats and ladies...and goin' down de road he met a little cat wit' a bent frame. And da Naz peered deep into the little cat's eyes   and the Naz said, "Wassamater witchoo, baby?" And the little cat says, "My frame's bent, Naz." And the Naz reared back and he looked deep into de windows of the little cat's SOUL and he says, "STRAAAAAIGHTEN!". And the little cat's frame straightened!! An' all the cats and kiddies there are rapping it up and talking it up, and wanna put it on da telebision, put it on da radio, and buzzing around, saying "Look at the lick what Da Naz laid on dat cat!!"

Yowzer, Sir B. We be of one tree of cultural provenances, ye and I...


(From memory, corrupted).