Returning to the truck, you tentatively climb into the back.
Uhm… do you have any belts to hold us in place?
<No nigga, tf?
You shudder. The car engine starts, and you hold onto the side of the car for dear life, crouching down to try to be as secure as possible.
You’re utterly terrified. The speed is blistering. You feel like the skin around your eyes is peeling off. This is not a FUCKING human or safe environment.
After you’ve entered your lane, Lil Doorknob speaks up.
<Ayo, you niggas like my new coat? It got them nanobots n shieet. Makes it all kindsa colors. Dope ass colors man. And it can change shape n shiet too. Keep poking me sometimes though. But it aight.
yeah nigga it pretty dope
^Pretty sick man. It remind me of like.. you know that movie where it’s in the ocean n shiet, and the orange nigga lookin for his son?
<You mean Finding Nemo?
^Shiet yeah
^Like the nigga home. ‘swhat I’s thinking of. With all the weird rocks n shiet.
<yeah man word I getcha
Hey shorty, your draws look kinda similar like, with all of that incandessonent shiet. Whysat?
<yeah they them nanobots n shiet too
Mane
Why you need nanobots in yo underwear
^Yeah kinda wack man. That shiet gon wriggle around and shiet
<It’s comfortable nigga, aight? Shiet gives my ass support!
^Why you needin your ass supported for, to attract niggas?
Jamal snorts.
<NO! NO NIGGA! FUCK OFF MANE!! YOU KNOW ION PLAY LIKE THAT!
<You know who really wack doe? Low Life nigga, Double L. On God. I came in on that nigga otha day and he had like that new drug, you know the shiet they get from dolfins or some shiet. Jelly shiet that makes you jizz a tonna times.
<Nigga was just rubbin’ it on heself mane. All over. And he ain’t even move. Just sitting there smilin’. Mad weird man. Mad weird.
Big Samson’s brow furrows and he purses his lips.
^Damn. Sick ass nigga.
For real. That’s my homie. Bad as hell.
Jamal grins gleefully.
Suddenly, he gets a call. He picks up quickly, holding it to his ear. It’s Low Life.
Sup nigga
<Nigga I need you to get over here NOW. The car’s autopilot gone fuckin’ nuts man. Soon as they got on my tail, started swervin’ and shiet. Ion know what they did but I can’t fucking fire and keep this shiet from driving off the bridge at the same damned time.
Say less nigga we’re on our way.
Big Samson quickly swerves the car into another lane, nearly crashing into another driver, and slams his foot on the accelerator.
Meanwhile, you’re pressed to the floor of the car bed, trying your best to stay alive. You’re hyperventilating, and your hands are numb. This isn’t okay. You wish you had your porn subreddits to ease your mind right now.
What do you do?
