Fly decides to live with Leonora, who lives in Abu Dhabi, which lives in the United Arab Emirates, which lives on Earth. Fly has never been to Abu Dhabi but believes everyone there “keeps it real on the q-tip.”

Leonora takes Fly to work. Leonora is an architect. You can tell by the fancy pictures. Fly sees two other Homie-wannabes and she goes apenuts. There is only room for one Homie, she says, I’m going to blackjack you if you don’t get the F out of my way. The wannabes wonder what a blackjack is. Fly sighs. Don’t you know anything? That’s when I fill a tube sock with rocks and hit you with it, prison-style. The wannabes are scared. They cry. Fly does not feel bad. That is how hard she is.

Leonora introduces Fly to her mother’s collection of religious knickknacks. Fly realizes that Leonora’s mother and Annie’s mother would be all B.F.F.’s if they only lived in the same zip code.

Leonora takes Fly on a trip. They go to the airport. It’s in Dubai. It’s called the Dubai International Airport. Fancy that. They go to Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo Island which is in Malaysia. They visit Leonora’s brother.

Fly can’t believe how PIMP the cars are in Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo Island in Malaysia. She can’t wait to buy one. Leonora has to explain that it’s just her brother’s car collection and she can’t actually buy one. Fly gets cross. I am buying one of these PIMP cars, shut up or else I’ll blackjack you. Leonora asks what a blackjack is and Fly says, ask your Homies wannabes.

Hmm…maybe I like it in white.

Or in gold. Gold is the color for WINNERS. Leonora explains, it is more of a champagne color. Fly says, you’re right. CHAMPAGNE is the color for WINNERS.

While Fly shops for wheels, she meets the man of her dreams. He is a board-certified HUNK. In fact, his name is Hunk. Fly gets all flustered. He is so unbelievably hot she is practically melting just looking at him. Oh, do you hear that? It’s the sound of Fly’s heart thumping.

Fly decides that she looks good in green. She thinks that Hunk will agree. She is sad that her sweet, pimp ride does not have room for a passenger. Fly must choose…the car of the hunk? She of course, chooses the ride. I mean look at this ride. It is so pimp.

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