“You need to branch out, Nicky,” Hunter said through the haze of smoke. “Catbois are awesome, but there is so much more.”

“As long as it isn’t gay,” Nick said.

“Nothing’s gay,” Hunter said expansively. “Gay and straight don’t mean nothing no more.”

“That sounds like Jew-talk,” Kanye grumbled. “Jews run everything. You can’t say nothing about them.”

“Who hates Jews?” Hunter asked. “That is such a 2008 mindset.” He lit his culinary torch with a sharp snap and evaporated another rock of crack in his glass pipe.

“Drugs is bad for you,” Kan the Louis Vitton Don said. “My bitch ex-wife tried to put me on drugs. Made my Yenius all fuzzy.”

“I found a giraffe-bear!” Nick said, looking up from his phone. “You can look up the stilts and see its buried gurl-punis!”

“Girls ain’t got no penis,” Saint Pablo growled. “If it’s got a penis it’s a man. God told me that. I’m like a vessel, and God has chosen me to be the voice and the connector.”

“Amen!” Hunter gasped, and coughed a cloud of acrid smoke.

“Barracudabois!” Nick screeched. “They shit eggs all over you!”

“The width of your perversion warms my insides,” Hunter said, smiling beatifically. “I’m so wet, I’m dripping.”

“Jews,” The LeBron of Rhyme said under his breath. “They made crack to keep my people down. I am the new Yakub. I defeat all tricknology.”

“I love Jews,” Hunter said. “Find myself a huge set of Khazar milkers and just nestle in.”

“When we going to eat?” Evel Kanyevel asked. “My blood sugar is gettin’ low. I get weird when it gets low. Jews invented hypoglycemia.”

“If the Holocaust had really happened we wouldn’t have to deal with them,” Nick said. His hand was down his pants. “Germans would have killed them all. They are efficient. Not like immigrants.”

“Be quiet, bruh,” Yeezy warned. “They can hear you, even here.”

“Mar-a-Lago is perfectly safe,” Hunter said. “The only Jews that get in here are safe ones.”

“Is it true His daughter is a Jew?” Nick asked.

“Not so’s you notice it,” Hunter said.

Nick groaned theatrically and a warm mushroom smell filled the room.

“I can’t bring you nowhere,” Yeezus said disgustedly. “I’m here to ask Him to be my 2024 running mate and you’re yezzing all over the man’s guest wicker.”

From inside the estate a bell rang.

“That’s dinner,” Hunter said, “You guys have fun.”

“You’re not coming?” Nick asked while he leaned over and wiped his hand off on the plastic grass of the patio.

“I made the introductions and got it all arranged, but I can’t be seen upstairs,” Hunter said.

“I am a super-Yenius, I am the smartest, I am the bestest rapper alive, I am Jesus, I am,” Ye muttered.

Hunter declined to shake Nick’s hand and scampered off into the Mar-a-Lago swamp.