Suddenly, you hear Low Life’s agitated voice from across the table.
<Stop fuckin’ cryin’, you lil’ bitch! You makin’ a scene!
Doorknob whips around and sneers at him.
<Makin’ a scene?? I’ll show you a scene!!
<You think you can just boss me around all da’ time, like I some kinda dog?? Fuck you, L! I hate yo’ rank ass!
<You fuckin’ weird as shit and think you hot shit? HELL NO! Nobody fuckin’ like you!
<I gon kill you nigga! I gon kill you right now!!
<Just try it, shorty. See what happens.
<I’M NOT PLAYIN’! I WILL!
<Pussy ass nigga. You know I’d kill you.
<FUCK YOU! I AIN’T SCARED A’ SHIT!
They carry on like this for a while, until the waiter comes back and tentatively sets plates of food on the table. He speaks up sheepishly, keeping his head down.
<Here’s the appetizers… and sir, here’s your.. um.. pork belly.. we made it extra spicy, like you asked…
Doorknob quiets down.
<Good. It betta’ be. Fuckin’ bitches.
But before any of you have a chance to taste your meal, you hear a loud slam from across the diner. Oh Dear Science. It’s an entire SWAT team.
<HANDS IN THE AIR, NOW!
Icy fear grips your spine. It seems that paying with your card back at the liquor store was a very, very bad idea. The pigs were led straight to your location, and this time they’re prepared.
What do you do?

• Use your expert disguise skills and hide all yourself, your Bull, and his friends under the table. Also take the food with you