"I feel you brotha" Detective Blackman said grabbing his massive snake through his jeans to make sure it was still there. First it starts with a three month suspension, next second it's mandatory dick chopping off time at the gulag" You know what is at stake if we don't defeat the GloboHomo. "So that is her name? Well I guess that means your qualified for the job. "I slapped Big Booba on her butt, got a three month suspension." "So what did you do?" I said in a Batman voice to totally one up him. And to tell you the truth, I don't want to be here either" Detective Blackman replied even gruffer. "The way I heard it, you have no choice Nigger Hunter X. "I usually work alone, but I will make an exception for you Detective Blackman" I said with a gruff manly voice. If only I had the low activity version of the MAOA gene, I would chimp out and destroy the city and get my revenge, but it wasn't in my DNA. I wiped a tear from my face and said "Sorry allergies" to hide how destroyed I was on the inside. Something Detective Blackman would never know, because Black don't crack. I pissed and shat myself as I ran to the changing room to escape from the dreaded "C" word. I had proven myself, and would get so many girlfriends.īut then Tyrone, my mortal enemy interjected "Hey! Look at his back and shoulders! The crackas gon cracked under the sun! Cracker Cracker Cracker!" I knew I was about to be invited to Stacey's slumber party which was generally reserved for just girls. I exited the pool like a champ, waving around my long flowing hair like an American Adonis. "Hey babes watch this cannonball" I said to the underage girls who were totally my age at the time so it was totally cool, trust me bro.Īs I cannonballed in, and all the babes went wild. I had a flashback to the pool when I was 9. I was so traumatized I carried around factor 50+ everywhere. All those summers, and even a few winters in which my skin cracked under the sun. I couldn't help but recall all the Trauma that that word brought with it. That was our word! How dare he! My mouth went dry, as my heart palpitations began to audibly thud. My heart started to seize up and I recoiled at hearing the "C" word. "Thank you Cracker" he responded with cool wit. "Welcome aboard Detective Blackman" I said extending my arm. Research was still ongoing into how they were seemingly neutralized to the chimp out effects of the Nigger word when it came from their own lips. If a Nigger heard it they would chimp out, unless it was coming from their own mouths, in which case they would say it 100 times per minute with no effect on their chimp out levels. The Nigger word was the ultimate Nigger test. He wasn't a Nigger, but instead one of the good ones. The word floated through him like a cool autumn's breeze. Was this it for me? Had GloboHomo found a way to stop me? Detective Blackman stared at me, and I stared back.
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