Feeling better now that you’ve calmed yourself down, you turn to him, preparing your story and putting on a flawless impression of a pissbaby chudcel.
Uhh… ummm… There’s a uh.. group of.. African American folks who are going around borro-I mean stealing from people pretending to be cops, and they’re right outside your door. You should uhh look.. or whatever..
His brow furrows as he takes in what you’re saying.
That don’t sound good at all. Let me check to see what those coons are up to.
He tromps off to his door to look through the peephole, leaving you alone in the room for the moment.
Hey, these guys seem pretty white to me. What gives?
Your mind is a flurry as you desperately search for a response.
Well… they’re actually wearing skin suits to look white.
Skin suits?
Yeah.. Skin suits.. they were given to them by the Iranians.
Hmmm. I wouldn’t put it past those dang Iranian terrorists to do that…
He sounds indecisive, and you’re not sure whether he buys either your lie or your act. Either way, you have some time before he gets back.
What will you do?
