The author was getting a cola slushee at the frozen drink machine while two employees, an oppressed ebon warrior and a paleface breeder, spoke behind the counter while business lulled.
Ebro: So what would you do if your husband slip en fell?
Ghostgirl: I’d help him up, of course.
Ebro: Naw girl, I mean if he slip en fall—you know.
Ghostgirl: No I don’t know.
Ebro: [Smacks lips] I mean if he slip en fall into a woman.
Ghostgirl: What?
Ebro: [Shakes head] Like if he slip en fall into a woman—into her...
Ghostgirl: You mean if he cheated on me, slept with another woman?
Ebro: Yes, if he slip en fall.
Ghostgirl: So how big is this vagina supposed to be if a man can just slip and fall into it?
Ebro: Size got nuffin ta do wit it—shit jus’ happens.
Ghostgirl: Rrright! Men just slip and fall between the legs of another woman.
Ebro: Yes. How many times would yo take him back, two, three, four?
Ghostgirl: Shoot, there’d be no second time.
Ebro: Oh dats cruel, hateful even! You got ta give a man who slip en fall a chance.
Ghostgirl: So, if your wife (air quotes) slipped and fell (air quotes) would you forgive her?
Ebro: Oh, that’s different. Nah, she’d got ta go.
Ghostgirl: Really? How so?
Ebro: You can’t slip en fall up onto somethin’ you fall into somethin’.
Ghostgirl: Oh, that’s some bullshit right there.
Equidistant Drowning Babies: Confessions of A Virulent Race Traitor
Brother has a point.