Journal #3

Sargent Claude Johnson was one of the first African-American's from the state of California to obtain a national reputation. Sargent Johnson was well known for his modern, figurative and abstract styles.  Johnson was a potter, printmaker, painter, ceramist,  sculptor, graphic artist, sculptor, and carver.  He worked with very many different materials including clay, watercolor, ceramic, wood, oil, terra-cotta, and stone.  He was well known for focusing on racial identity within his works.

Rules:
Phrases:
1. I'm a banana!?(banana means Zak)- I'm Zak
2. Mono Mono- Peace
3. I'm a real boy- I'm a martian

Grammar:
1.  Talks in third person(accept for phrases)
2.  Ends every sentence with Eha
3.  Uses the word like and or likes multiple times in a row
Pronunciation:
1.  It- Et
2.  and- eee
3.  Yes- Yi

One fine day Sargent Claude Johnson was working away in his workshop, throwing some nice pots.  All of a sudden he heard a "zaaaaaap!" along with the sound of pots falling to the ground and shattering.  Sargent turned to see a small martian in the corner of his workshop, a pot on each foot. 
  "Hello earthling,  I'm a banana, eee banana come in mono mono, eha!" Zak yelled
  "What are you doing in my workshop!? Who and what are you!?" Sargent demanded.
  "Do not worry earthling, banana come in mono mono!  I'm a real boy! Eha!" Zak replied.
  "What is mono mono?"  Zak asked taking a step back.
  "Banana come in mono mono! Why dont you understand!? Eha!"  Zak yelled.
  "Oh my gosh,  I am sorry I do not understand.  What are you going to do to me?"  Sargent replied with a shaky voice.
  "Banana wont hurt you.  Banana is a nice real boy.  Banana come in mono mono.  Banana heard that you make very nice pottery.  Like, like like like like this one," Zak points to the pot on his right foot, "Banana likes like likes this pot. Eha!"
  "Phew, I was afraid I was going to be abducted by aliens or something.  Since we are not a threat to each other.  What is your name?  Is it Banana?"  Sargent asked.
"Yi Banana is not a threat.  No my name is Banana eee I'm a real boy! Not an alien! Eha!"  Zak explained loudly.
 "Woah,  let's calm down here.  There is no need to get mad, I am just confused, that is all.  I just asked if your name was Banana, and you said no, my name is Banana, how does that work?"  Sargent questioned.
 "Banana is calm, do not worry, how does what work? Eha!" Zak said.
 "I was talking about the name situation....." Sargent responded.
 "What name situation? Eha!" Zak asked.
 "Nevermind, I will just call you Banana for a nickname, is that okay?" Sargent asked
 "Banana thinks et's okay that you call Banana, Banana. Eha!" Zak answered.
 "Oh! How rude of me, my name is Johnson, Sargent Claude Johnson, but you can just call me Sargent.  So what brings you here to Earth Banana?"  Sargent said.
 "Well, Banana likes like likes like likes art eee crafts.  Banana was passing by Earth, eee Banana remembered that earthlings make great arts eee crafts so Banana decided to stop by and ask an earthling to help Banana.  You were the first person to come up on Banana's list.  So Banana zap in! There is only a short period of time,  Banana not allowed to be on Earth, the mothership will come eee get Banana.  Will you help Banana?"  Zak explained.  All of a sudden a giant claw smashed through the roof, capturing Zak in its grip.  Next it pulled him up into the sky and into space and as quickly as Sargent met the real boy, he was gone.