Thah muh fuckah had 'Born To Fight' written all ovah 'im!
So I suggested.
'Yo! We don't have to do this! Let me be on my way? And everything's cool baby!'
"No. The only way you make it out of here is through me!" And we were in my shit? He paused to crack his knuckles in each hand loudly, the sounds bouncing off of my heavily reinforced expensive walls, "And that just ain't gonnah happen! Bro!" then he started appoaching violently! I stated again,
'We don't have to do this!'
He smiled and continued to close!
So, I pulled out my .38 revolver.
Fired on that ass!
"Boom! Three points!"
And his blood fuckin up my expensive locally made Indianapolis
Rug!
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