[ WP ] Four Historical Figures are playing a board game .

The stout Englishman saw the roll of the dice and groaned, took a long draught of beer, then burped loudly. 
 
 `` Bloody Hell! It's as if your properties have a magnet!'' he exclaimed to the buxom blonde woman across from him. He leaned over the Monopoly board and moved his cannon piece onto Connecticut Avenue. Unfortunately for him, Connecticut was adorned with a plastic hotel. 
 
 `` Ha! Time to pay for the pleasure of my company, Winnie!'' The blonde's voice was husky in a seductive way, with a touch of gravel no doubt induced by years of smoking cigarettes like the one smoldering in the ashtray at her side. When she spoke the tops of her exposed breasts jiggled a mesmerizing dance that captivated the men at the table. 
 
 The Englishman grunted. `` My dear Miss West, if you are going to be so bold as to charge me the full price for a stay at your bug-infested hotel on what is undoubtedly a less-than-savory avenue, then may you at least have the decency to refer to me by my rightful name of'Winston'? Mister Churchill would do as well.'' 
 
 The blonde smiled as she replied, `` Oh, put a sock in it you miserable bastard! We both know that as long as the top of this dress stays as low as it is and your beer stays full I can call you whatever the hell I want and you wo n't give a rat's ass about it.'' Churchill grunted in response as he counted out the rent he owed. 
 
 A tall black man wearing a brightly colored hat to Churchill's left laughed and took a drag on a home-rolled joint. `` Damn, Mae, you woulda been one bad ass bitch if you was born more recent. I do n't know what's more entertaining, yo' tits or yo' attitude. But I'm diggin' both right about now, know'm sayin'?'' The blonde gave him a sidelong glance and batted her eyelashes, to which he raised one eyebrow in response, then took another drag off his joint and offered it to her. 
 
 A short, white-robed man with tightly curled dark hair cleared his throat. `` It has been known for many years that consumption of the leaf of the cannibis plant causes dementia, yet you, my worldly African friend, persist in doing so. Why is that?'' He rolled the dice as he spoke, moving his shoe token 4 spaces and landing on *GO*. `` Excellent, I will receive payment once again.'' He rubbed his hands together like a child anxiously waiting for a cookie fresh from the oven. 
 
 The black man spoke as Mae coughed up most of the smoke she had inhaled from the joint. The coughing had a pronounced effect on her cleavage, much to the delight of everyone at the table. `` Sheeit, man, how many times I told you I ai n't African? Compton, dog! Compton! All yo' philosophising wo n't do you no good if you ai n't chill, know'm sayin'?'' He took the joint back from Mae and offered it. `` Just try some, home. It's some primo shit, yo'. Snoop ai n't goin' steer you wrong.'' He leaned back as the robed figure took the joint and inhaled. `` Besides, we gots to talk about this Homer you told me'bout. I ai n't sayin' he the illest, but the man does gots some skills, yo'.'' 
 
 The Englishman waved his hand, trying to clear the smoke away from his face. `` I have n't been gassed like this since the fields of Bastogne.'' 
 
 `` I swear, the only way to make you Englishmen happy is to beat your behinds with a ruler. Lighten up a little, Churchie Winnie.'' Mae laughed at her pun, causing even more jiggling. `` Anybody got something to eat? A girl needs 3 things to stay happy you know...'' She did n't wait for a response from anyone. `` Food and diamonds.'' 
 
 `` And what is the third item, my dear?'' The robed man seemed geniunely curious, as philosophers tend to be. 
 
 Mae smiled at him. `` Land on Connecticut without enough cash to pay the rent and you'll find out, sweetie.'' 
 
 Snoop let out a hearty laugh as Churchill grunted and tilted back his mug of beer. 

