- Chinese men shouldn’t have mustaches, but that’s another diversity, so Steel ain’t going there.
He ugly for a Chinaman, they usually pretty, but he ugly, and he got unfortunate but accurate views on bwack men.
- He was a hands-off dumpling
He scolded Zon like a bossy noodle, but Zon ain’t understand a word of that ching-chong chatter, then Mistah Chow scurried back to his office.
- He was a scowling soybean, ticktocky voice like snapping chopsticks
B’fore’n the tussle ‘tween ’em could erupt, a hubbub commotioned itself behind ’em, and they both turned to see someone walk in. They both squared up.Ain’t nobody allowed in they dead-end.But it was Mistah Chow, the wonton-shape sunnyskin sumbitch who do run this oil rig. He was a scowling soybean, ticktocky voice like snapping chopsticks, ...
- Hirrabirry
“Mistah Chow prolly mad as a steamed bun. Bap! Bap! Bap-bap-bappity-bap!”
- It proved Mister Chow don’t know nothing about black men. Or bwack men neither.
He poked out a line of incomprehensible syllables, and Steel and Lem nodded along like agreeable eggplants.
- This cell ain’t big ’nuff fer four Mexicans and they back hair
She got tits like you wouldn’t believe, and it got Buck’s dingdong revving. Tits like s’mores, shit! Buck wanna rub his verga ‘tween ’em til the burros reach the summit!
