You tremble with fear at the mere thought of a gun, almost bursting into tears. How are such things allowed to exist? Especially with the extreme reduction of gun control and banning of serial numbers during the Trump administration, practically everyone has a gun now. It scares the hell out of you. But you know you have to be brave. For Jamal.
You pick up your kitchen knife, the most menacing weapon at your disposal, feeling a surge of intoxicating power rush through you.
You whisper to Jamal through the door to the cellar.
Stay completely silent, okay Jamal? Please, it’s for your own good.
Nigguh ima be real wichu i wanna split dem racis ass cops heads yunnowuhisayin i got my piece i can handlum
Jamal bellows.
No, Jamal, violence is never the answer. Please don’t do anything rash!You stutter with a nervous smile, before grabbing the key, exerting all your strength to pull the dresser over the trapdoor and going back to the window.
