"You desert dudes don't get much Nubian raiders up here right anymore?"

kuwaiti audience is deadly silent, leering toward him cough "Uh, well, you basically LOOK white y'know?! A lil' bit of a different bone structure.. but fuck it, EVERY RACE needs BBC am I RIGHT?!?!?" arabs just look at him, most of them can't even speak english and begin narrowing their eyes at Louis, one even makes a strange booing sound wipes his sweaty pale brow while fumbling around his backpocket for his car keys, planning his escape but comes to a realization, smiling "..It's not like you tiny dick little sand people could EVER please your Arabian belly-dancing princesses, you understand that?!" the kuwaitis become riled and more booing occurs a leather suited white slave translator runs up on stage and whispers in Louis' ear before skimping off "For those who didn't catch that... clears his throat and fosters a glint in his eye صغير الناس الرمال القضيب لا يستطيعون أن يرضوا نساءكم!!!!!!!" the crowd now goes berserk, storming through the security and flinging bottles and makeshift barriers at the stage roaring bedouin cries and grabbing whatever implement they can find to skin Louis' lily white hide louis stands calm and still picks up a central african war headdress and places it neatly on his scalp, a feather not out of place he brings up a 22 inch plastic penis-shaped horn, molded from his most prized buck-daddy and blows long and hard "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" the arabs stop in their tracks as a horde of black skinned kongolese bantu warlords on kitted out improvised machine gun-bearing jeeps swarm the stage area, mowing down many kuwaitis before chasing them into the dust and impaling them with their BBCs Louis begins dancing the Mpongo victory dance in his headdress all nearby Bedouin tents are plundered and their veiled women taken to Louis' International Deployable Breeding Grounds