Gnarls Barkley had a song about this.

I don't think Bob Allen is entirely sane.

As far as I can piece it together, his story goes as follows:

1. There was a storm, so he went into the bathroom.
2. Upon discovering a minority in the bathroom, Allen panicked.
3. He then devised a clever tactic: in order to escape unaccosted from this man, who had yet to even approach him, Allen decided to approach the sly negro first, and lure him to his certain arrest (for a robbery that was sure to occur) at a security gate at Kennedy Space Center, mere miles away.
4. However, Allen knew he would have to keep the man from suspecting that something was up, he would need to keep the man happy. And if television has taught Bob Allen anything, it's that black men love money and fellatio. Yes! What a strategy! He would prevent himself from being robbed and used for sexual pleasure by offering to give his money and provide sexual pleasure of his own free will.
   
5. Upon his arrival at Kennedy Space Center, Allen could then be safely transported to his home colony on Callisto, one of the many moons of the planet Jupiter.