>>17905575You enter. The warehouse is pitch black. Though the smell of weed remains poignant, the niggerrap as abrasive, it appears that you are utterly alone. Then the doors close behind you.
<redditThe lights flicker on, and there, under the weak, rose tinted lights you see a familiar face.
<Well well well…I wuz waiting 4 you nigga.To your surprise, it was your wife's bull tyrone.
>Tyrone?! What- what are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in my basement, safe from those f- facist ICE agents!!!<NIGGA IM TIRED OF BEING YO' BITCHES BULL, AND IM TIRED OF BEING TRAPPED IN YO' FUCKING BASEMENT. I LURED YO WYTE ASS IN HERE SO YOU CAN FINALLY PAY FOR ALL DUH SHIT YOU'VE BEEN PUTTIN ME THROUGH NIGGA!Tyrone, clearly going through a hormonal imbalance, pulls out his gun and points it to you.
What do you do?