You decide to double down and say the n-word again.
Please, nigga! I’m sorry!
The folx I used to play with used that word a lot, and they didn’t mean anything bigoted by it! They were reclaiming it! It’s just habit!
Lil Doorknob stops in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at you. It seems your sheer brazenness has caught him off guard. He actually seems kind of confused. You can sense the gears turning in his head, struggling to make sense of your actions even as he shakes with rage.
What do you do?
