So then BojackToddman said "Yeah baby keep sucking that nigger dick until you choke on it," and he laughed and laughed.

Later that night BojackToddman wandered into a local tavern, a bit scared, and a bit adventurous. He ordered a whisky sour, intent on remaining isolate, he pulled down his cap and focused on stirring his drink.

"Nice night?" asked the coloured fellow next to him. This friendly extension of vulnerability irritated BojackToddman--afterall he hates these negroids, and this was obviously one of the good ones. Abiding by ol' western traditions, and conservative Christian ideals he reluctantly obliged the stranger in conversation.

After some uncomfortable small talk, BojackToddman decided it would be best to extend an olive branch to this gentleman of dark complexion.

"How's about you and me square off in a duel of manliness," spake BojackToddman.

Soon the two men were face-to-face, advised with the rules of the duel the turn to count paces. The referee counted down, "3,2,1, GO," and BojackToddman quickly spun around, ripped off his less-than-white skinned opponent's pants--engorged both of their privates, choked on 'that nigger cock' until BojackToddman found himself blowing ropes in his pants.

After years, and years, and year after years of years, BojackToddman finally realized his dream of declaring "Isn't it suspicious that the market is falling right before the midterms, and I haven't capitalized on a single easily predicted short opportunity, all the while simply crazing a black guy would fill my mouth with his cum?!"

In the end BojackToddman died of stupidity, but lesson learned for all of us: conspiratards don't know the difference between a short and an Alex Jones.