"Oh yeah, that's the life for me," Marrissa leaned back on the couch and slapped her flat belly. "Everyone's always told me I could sing. Why can't I be worshiped like a star and eat all I want on top of that?"
Then came on a convenient commercial.
"Yo dawg, you wanna make it big? As big as me?" the rapper from the video barked at her.
"Hell yeah," she barked back.
"Well you can't! Ah hah hah!" She scowled at her skinny frame.
"But you can try! My new record label, Bubble Booty Records, is looking for big, hot, hungry new talent! So get yo' skinny ass over here and show us what you got, girl!"
"Thank you, mister rapper! This is the best day ever!" She shot up in the air, waving her arms triumphantly.
"You got problems girl, talkin' to a TV."
"What?" She blinked.
"I mean, now back to our regularly scheduled shows and stuff." The TV began to play the opening to some game show about who knew the most about rap music.
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