You can’t just watch this injustice any longer. Summoning courage, you raise your hand and clear your throat.
Hey, Doorknob, you shouldn’t be so mean to service workers. They’re just trying to get by, and it’s really tough for them in this economy. Please show some empathy.
Doorknob goes silent and turns to face you.
Then, he explodes.
<FUCK YOU SAYIN TO ME NIGGA? YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TALK LIKE DAT TO ME, MUTHAFUCKA? HUH? YOU BITCH-ASS WHITEBOY?? I AIN’T FUCK WITH YOU! YOU AIN’T MY HOMIE!!! AINT NO CRACKA ASS EVER GON BE MY HOMIE!!
<FUCK YOU THINKIN’ YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO! FUCK YOU NIGGA!!
The barrel of his gun hovers inches away from your face. You quake in your seat, terrified to move a muscle.
Um… I.. um.. I’m-I’m sorry…
<YOU BETTA’ BE SORRY, YOU GAYASS FUCKIN’ FAGGOT!! I OUGHTA CAP YOU RIGHT NOW!!
