Ron Artest awoke from his slumber. His eyes opened at the usual rate, but with significantly more protest than usual. Something was amiss from his usual sleeping pattern...

   "42," He thought to himself...

...

    "42?" He pondered.

   Ron Ron reached for his jock... It wasn't there.

   "Peculiar," thought Ron Ron, "Where did I leave my jock?"

   Artest began searching, curious regarding it's fate. He scurried here and there, hither and tither. To no avail.

   His eyes strayed to the Rose Garden floor.

   "White," he thought to himself, then he busied himself resuming looking for his lost jock.

After some long moments involving a Rose Garden security guard, an unruly fan, and a pet psychic, Ron thought:

   "White."

   Ron's brain struggled to find something to connect it to.

    "Dunk," his brain said.

   Satisfied, Ron continued on his quest for the lost jock, but an annoying buzzing pestered him.

  "Roy," thought Artest

  But what did that mean? He had 400 boxes of Nilla Wafers in his locker, yet he was not sure exactly why.

   There must be some explanation.

   "Roy, score." Of course.

   His brain satisfied with a simple answer, Ronny thought about making himself scrambled eggs.

   "Wait..." He thought. "What is this?"

   "White," said his brain.

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Part 2 tomorrow