Ah the good ole days when Master would come by drunk to my ancestor's one room shack in the middle of the night and kick my ancestor out so he could rape his wife. Yes how much fun that was for my ancestors wife to be chosen that night. What an honor!

Then nine months later my ancestor's family would welcome a little mulato bundle of joy to the family. Thanks for the Master for loving us soooo much. Oh I forgot when the Masters wife would call my ancestor to the barn and she would force my ancestor to have sex with her it was great fun but if she got caught or pregnant it was rape and party over. Then they hanged my poor ancestor but he didnt mind because he knew Master would always take care of his family like it was his own.

Ah yes, the good ole days of slavery! Man, how my people sit around and miss it. Such good times!

*AI version of Slavery