You stutter, stumbling over yourself to try and find some kind of way out of this.
Um… uhh.. umm.. we should just steal it..
<Why? Not our money, you payin’ for it.
Uhmm… because this racist store doesn’t d-deserve money..
<Ion care ’bout dat.
Sweat beads down your forehead. Your mind races.
W-what about.. I c-cover for you, as a decoy, buy like.. one thing.. and you can steal everything in the s-store..
His face lights up.
<Shit, that ain’t a bad idea! Alrite, but you better not fuck this up.
He hands you two of the gauze packages. You nod gratefully, turn and head toward the register. Jamal and Big Samson quickly make their way further into the store to find anything worth stealing.
