Panicking, you try to think of anything that could get you out of this situation. Suddenly, you remember that you still have the bigot’s car keys.
Your voice no more than a quivering mumble, you speak up.
uuhmm.. I have the car keys of the old guy we uhhm… stole from… we could.. steal his car… if you want.. or something..
Low Life’s eyes widen slightly and he leans in, grinning.
-=<That right? We might hafta take a look.=-
<Yeah, there might be some sick raisin in there! Wonder if he got pills…
-=<No, man. Listen. The heat gon be on that car, so I drive it, and take the heat off you as you make your getaway. Get it?=-
<Oh yeah makes sense man makes sense.
Lil Doorknob lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
<By the way, when you do purple text you do -= on both sides. You don’t flip it. Just lettin’ ya know man.
<Oh yeah. Thanks nigga.
Low Life turns to you.
<Aight kid you comin’ with me. This gon be your first break-in right? You wanna be a real nigga?
You nod your head urgently. He cracks a smile.
<shit, no sweat. I’ll show you the ropes.
<Everyone got the plan?
<Yessir!
^Say no more.
Yeah nigga
