And here we see a rare, exceptionally unique method of exposition. R. Kelly narrates the story he is in.
He wears white complete with a swinging chain made of Smarties, as to not confuse his audience that he knows oh so well.
“Oh shit” R. Kelly exclaims several times, in this carefully and strategic way of carrying on the story arc, just in case the watcher has lost track, or has had a mild aneurism from trying to follow the tale.
Look at that genius.
Magically dropping into and personally reacting to each situation. Is R. Kelly actually a ghost? Is this another foreshadowing technique created by this corn-rowed musical pioneer?
Look at that Razr phone. You will never be better than R. Kelly. Give him an Oscar, a Grammy, and 30 more episodes. Please.
Oh shit indeed.