He takes you by the back of your shoulder and leads you to go find the bigot’s car.
The vehicle is massive, dwarfing the others around it. A newer model, it bears the trademark decadence of the age, looking more like a block of cheese than a car. You marvel at just how stupid this car design is. Why do the windows look like that?? And of course it’s camo. You consider posting this on r/CrappyDesign, but your attention is wrenched back by the feeling of a carbon nanofiber bat entering your hands.
<Here nigga. Crack the windows in.
But.. but I have the key right here..
<No. You have to crack it.
But..but…
Your voice trails off. Who are you to argue with a BIPOC king? Your old equity teacher would have slapped you just for talking that way.
But it’s so friggin scary… What if you get hurt by the glass? Or you break your wrist? And you could go to jail! You know this is empowering black behavior, but when you imagined being one of the n*ggas, you pictured yourself smoking heckin’ weederino and doing sick raps, not.. this.
What do you do?
