The magnificent adult male walrus named "Disc Jockey Khaled" has woking up in his bed. In his bed in a BEAVERLY HILLS mansion . Much effort it does take to lift up his gargantuan arms to stretch out... "ANOTHER successful night sleep," so comments the DJ audibly, "another one!" When you're body mess MASS has reached a size thusly, waking up alive at morning it's a small gift. DJ Khalcium walks sloppily near the front door... the HATERS ain't don't WANT you opening doors; they go on puts up BARRIERS but however when you are a WINNER you keep smashign them DOORS shut with SUCCESS? with SUCCESS. Now Khalid has wide opens the front door: "Sure as fuck our asses no more in Kansas no more'" he correctly asserts then. And Kahled's his eyes indeed are SUCCESSFUL here... because we are now located in MUNCHKINLAND ! Oh so many tiny little munchkins rapidly scrounging up to the behemoth music producer. "Better FUCK the BACK up-" asserts DJ dominantly. But no, none of those god forSAKEN munchkin back up not one inch. All over this yellow BRICK road descend the colorfully rats. Now two of this naysaying DICK BOPPERS swarming DJ Khaled, large man, they chant: We're represent the lolipop guild Then lollipop guilt The lollipop guild DJ Khaled is about HAD it with these tiny flipping dwarfisms. "You y'all VERY SMALL hobos try to bring me down... Now guess ferth "GUESS WHAT? Not none of you hold the KEYS. My life is a jet ski- you don't got no keys, it don't gonna move- I keep MOVING because if you STOP you can't WIN. Now that's the KEYS to SUCCESS." With these words made the Muchkin so 100% confused. Not to the attention from DJ Khaled. Whose busy calling an Uber. "Can't 'find' my ' loc ation' ?! Another FUCKBOY trying to make me surrender huh?" Khaled furious Khaled exclaims says Khaled. "You did played YOURSELF... we out here driving the Lamb'os with SMART energy. Buster!!" The multiple platinum record winner explosively sighs... How to get back to Baverly Hills?? "Well If you wish want to go home..." interjects a cheeky munchkin "...just LOOK down your feet!" DJ Khaled could not see his feet since 1998 much thanks to the obesity. Not to get all slut fat SHAMING here of course



"You are certainly wearing magic ruby slippers!" happy explains the Munchkan. "All this entire time! Click your heelies three times to TRAVEL home"! DJ Khaled gives the frowned face now. "'Three times' you said I heard you say? Not falling for your CLITORAS TRICKERY here, you hater.... I will click my ruby slippers ONE HUNDRED TIMES." All Munchkins gasp! "No no do not! Just the 3 (three) slipper clicks DJ Khaled," begs every Munchin. DJ Khaled commences the CLICKS... 1.... 2.... 3... "Another one!" continues the successful DJ again. "Another one!" 100 CLICKS LATER Then DJ Khaled becomes lifted up in the air. "Told you I just told you sucklers," Khalad told them floating away, "I don't stop CLICKING my SLIPPERS and don't stop WINNING my KEYS..!" Triumphant over the Negative Nancies of Oz, DJ Khaled is transported back in....





GUANTANAMO BAY - PRESENT DAY Oh bother. Instead of a Beverly Halls man sion, now infamous DD Khaled is "tossed in the slamer" in maximum security facility Guantanamo Bay. "Congratulations DJ Cornbread," cries the DJ high cholesterol tears.... "You were too busy worried about BEATING the GAME- that you played YOURSELF."