"Hop bro, what did you just say!"
One of the people walking around without getting over our surprise was shouting as he came toward us. In this, his shirt was open, but his skin was gingham.
When I realized that he made this pattern with his own hands from the trapezoidal lines, I realized that we found one of the mobs we needed to cut.
"Who is it, the marginalized person? Are you cursing us?"
I guess it wasn't a word used much at the time, and the old-school fanboy who knew what they were talking about thought it was terrible.
"I was talking about how people who were ostracized by the urbanites, while trying to adapt to life in the city they just came to, make sense of themselves in arabesque songs!"
"Look, he's still cursing; I'll take your hood down!"
Sukrucuk opened his mouth to explain to the man running toward him, but halfway through, a tree branch landed on Razor's head at full speed.
"What are you talking about, bro? Hit the smack in the mouth of the enemy!"
