TheWanderer_222
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Jason Danger Smith.... Was trying to concentrate on the pool game he was playing, it was his shot. A natural at pool, the shot should have been a sure one. But instead he was having trouble simply steadying his queue.
'I'm going to lose twenty bucks over a stupid mother fuckin' niggar.' Now don't get him wrong, Jason has a great respect for colored people, and would never normally even think of one as a 'niggar', at least not without good reason. And currently, Jason Danger had a very good reason.
"I bet that white bitch barely has the strength to lift his queue, look at the fucker! He's a skinny fuckin' crackhead, or crack child.... Probably both... And people say that us black mother fucks like coke, I bet that cracker was born with a pipe in his mouth."
Slowly turning around, Jason eyed the intimidatingly sized, black man evenly. Looking down at the pool queue he held it with one hand, out in front of him.
"I can actually lift it quite easy.." He said looking back up, in to his eyes.
"What?" The colored brute asked not hearing the statement. In response Jason suddenly gripped the thick wooden stick in two hands, and then forcefully slammed it in to his throat, immediately stepping forward as the injured asshole relented. Slamming his immobilized opponent in to the wall, he pinned him to there by his neck, viciously chocking the life out of him.
Then a soft hand started to tug at, his in actuality, very muscled arm, vainly trying to deter him from killing the man. It must have been the guy’s girlfriend, the only person Jason had noticed with him.
'I'm going to lose twenty bucks over a stupid mother fuckin' niggar.' Now don't get him wrong, Jason has a great respect for colored people, and would never normally even think of one as a 'niggar', at least not without good reason. And currently, Jason Danger had a very good reason.
"I bet that white bitch barely has the strength to lift his queue, look at the fucker! He's a skinny fuckin' crackhead, or crack child.... Probably both... And people say that us black mother fucks like coke, I bet that cracker was born with a pipe in his mouth."
Slowly turning around, Jason eyed the intimidatingly sized, black man evenly. Looking down at the pool queue he held it with one hand, out in front of him.
"I can actually lift it quite easy.." He said looking back up, in to his eyes.
"What?" The colored brute asked not hearing the statement. In response Jason suddenly gripped the thick wooden stick in two hands, and then forcefully slammed it in to his throat, immediately stepping forward as the injured asshole relented. Slamming his immobilized opponent in to the wall, he pinned him to there by his neck, viciously chocking the life out of him.
Then a soft hand started to tug at, his in actuality, very muscled arm, vainly trying to deter him from killing the man. It must have been the guy’s girlfriend, the only person Jason had noticed with him.
