You frantically try to explain yourself.
N-no, it wasn’t me! It was the b-bigoted rethuglicans- I-I mean the republinazis that made the toothbrush say it! Not me! I swear! I was trying – I was trying to destroy it!
Panicking even more at being received with silence for a moment, you grab a box of Big Boy Boo Boo Aids: Mario Edition and hold them out to Lil Doorkob.
H-here, t-take this! Um, a gift, to m-make up for it, and for throwing your shoe! I’ll buy it! I-I’m sorry!
Lil Doorknob looks you up and down and smirks.
<Oh yeah? If you really wanna make it up to me, how ’bout you pay for all the shit we gon’ buy? Save us a lot of trouble.
You freeze, and slowly glance down at the pile of gauze in his hand.
That’s got to be up in the hundreds of dollars. There’s no possible way you can afford that. Your weekly paycheck is only 300$, and you already spent most of it on Funkos.
But, if you declined, you’d be disrespecting a black king… and you’ve already committed enough micro-aggressions today.
What do you do?
