You and Jamal’s gang make your way over to a table and sit down. Once seated, a waiter arrives and brings you complementary bread rolls and water.
The rolls being set on the table, Big Samson takes a tentative bite.
^Ah man, these shits dry as hell! And don’t taste like much neither..
Meanwhile, Low Life is devouring them with feverish voracity.
<This shit good as fuck! God damn!
He finishes them quickly, and immediately afterwards calls to the waiter.
<Hey bald nigga! Get me more of them fuckin’ free bread shit!
The waiter looks at him nervously.
<I’m sorry, but only one is given per meal-
