Dee jauntily dribbled the basketball into Isacc. Isacc chuckled painfully, and began to fester like an empty taco. A smathering of sauce fell from a seemingly Egyptian marrow bucket, encompassing several dozen unwilling pedestrians in a virtual cavalcade of Spanish pride and flaming gravestones. Dee and Isacc were really surprised, but happy. Isacc took advantage of the moment and burrowed inside Dee's skull. A large but deaf man walked up to Dee and asked her "What happened?" Inside her head, Isacc yelped "Nothing, get lost." "Pardon me?" winced the large yet strangely deaf Indian chief. "Fuck off." screamed Isacc rambunctously.