>be summer of 2013
>10:32 pm
>be at convenience store
>waiting in line
>take a glance outside
>see few pairs of teeth floating
>assume the worst
>teeth slowly getting closer to the automated doors
>hope doors never open
>door opens
>see 4 or 5 niggers walk in
>getting paranoid
>see niggers eying me up and the cashier
>two of the niggers pull out pistols
>everyone gets on the floor


>they say something but their accent is too heavy 
>assume they are asking for watermelon and chicken
>scared to death
>one of the niggers put his gun to my temple 
>says something
>assume saying something about me being a pussy
>crying
>lights start flickering
>see grape soda roll out from one of the aisles
>all the niggers are drool

>niggers aren't too smart but they suspect trap
>aim their guns carefully so to not hit grape soda
>see George Zimmerman walk out
>he says "What are you gonna do, Monkeys?"
>one of the niggers discharges a bullet
>zimmerman says "Wrong move, monkey"
>he pulls out two pistols
>lights go out
>hear screams
>gunshots everywhere
>lights go back on
>see nigger blood covering me
>nigger bodies everywhere
>zimmerman comes up to me
>he puts hit lips to my ear and whispers
>"you can't flim flam the zim zam"


>be relieved
>though think back
>tfw I got on the floor and didn't walk the dinosaur