Proposition Spanky sat at the head table. He was the old guard, had the chair, and just kept talking. Young Nutkins had to wonder about these old school cats, pretending to be businessmen, always yappin ‘bout their rules, the co-op, and who has the floor to talk.
Nutkins thought about making a statement, make his new presence known, show he don’t follow nobody’s rules. He decided to cough up a hairball, maybe shit on it, show these cats who really has the motherfuckin floor. His floor is his floor.