In an effort to placate the troubled scholar, you offer him your most precious possession: your inner sanctum.
You spread your ‘slot to him enticingly and wait for the BVLL to take what’s his.
<AYO WHAT THE FUCK NIGGA? AWWWW HELLL NAAWWW I AINT NO FAGGOT WHAT THE FUCK
Lil Doorknob instantly jumps back, trying to make as much distance from you as possible.
<NAW BRO YOU A FAGGOT HELL NAW MANE NO WAY NIGGA NO FUCKIN WAY
He’s visibly shaken, his rage replaced by panic and revulsion.
What do you do?
