Karyn walked over to Jon's bedroom window, her ghetto booty jiggling unpleasantly in her tight shorts as she moved, and looked out onto the neighborhood.
"My god, Jon. Look what happened to the neighborhood," Karyn gasped.
Jon dashed over to the window, his bling bouncing around, and looked through it.
"That magic die turned the whole town into one giant ghetto!"
"Karyn, I'm sure the whole town doesn't look like that," he said. At least, he hoped. Looking out the window, he saw that all the surrounding houses were in a desperate need of repair, lawns were either overgrown with weeds or completely dead and lifeless, cars were older and more beat-up, and there was a good deal of graffiti everywhere. He looked down the street and saw a car coming down the road. It was a 1960's Impala and he could hear rap music blasting from its speakers.
"With your idea of black culture?" Karyn said. "I think the whole town does look like this."
"Come on," Jon said. "Let's at least go see what my family is like. All of this will go away in twenty-four hours anyway. It's not like its permanent or something."
Karyn sighed, then nodded. "Okay. But I'm not sure it's safe to be in this kind of neighborhood for too long, even if it's just a day."
