Sun Tan Bebop
Ringo and Charlie were chilling at the sun tan studio. Charlie had a nice tan on his abs. Ringo just chilling with his sun hat going through a Hustler magazine. “Holy fuck, man. Imagine not having OnlyFans. Your dad had a stack of this shit under his bed?” Charlie peeked over Ringo’s shoulder at some spicy pics of a latina girl. “These papis is fuckin hairy-as, meng.” Ringo’s phone rings—
He pulls out his next-gen smartphone with a glittery golden case and lifts it to his ear. “Ola” he answers the phone to some broad from Westbrook. “Your tryna score some sess, gurl?”, “We throwing a party and lookin for some dope. Asa gave me your digits and said you could hook us up.”
Ringo was blazing fast on his moped in under a minute. Just fantasizing about how great it’d be to get a blowjob from some horny ass co-eds from Boyle as the delivery boy, dope fixer, drug runner, party-doer.
But when the door opened, there was some greasy, twice-his-age bouncer. “Let’s talk over tea, guy.” Ringo uttered before being pulled inside the apartment by the collar of his v-neck. “Shady neighborhood”, he thought. Should have thought twice about going in alone and trust his gut. He got kicked in the solar plexus and purple drank spilled over him, getting all sticky in the South Central sun.
When they were done with him they tossed him out on the street, left with a debt to that guy Snakehead from Yale. Shit. “Yo, now he know where I live. What if they come back to my place?” some frat-boy exclaimed moments before a punch landed in Ringo’s cut that made him gag bile. Ringo wasn’t gonna back.
Super Wok Explosion is a unique animated web-series about Chinese organized crime. The project is funded entirely by its audience. On this website, animator Tony Cheuk likes to share information about Asian organized crime—and world-building of the universe of the series, Chinese tongs and triads. If you're interested in learning more about the project, you can click here.