I stand up, looking for my shoes and my bike. Where the fuck are my shoes and my bike? Those niggers stole my shoes and my bike!

I run towards the sound of the niggers, because fuck those niggers I'm getting my shoes and my bike, but when I crest the hill I see chaos below me.

Niggers everywhere! I watch as the niggers tear each other apart, fighting over my shoes and my bike. They are as ruthless in their violence to each other as they were about stealing my shoes and my bike. I watch, horrified yet fascinated, as the niggers slowly but surely kill each other off for the prize of my shoes and my bike.

Finally, after what seems like eons, there is only one nigger left, bloodied and bruised. He yells some unintelligible nigger shit to the sky, probably a cry of victory and ownership of my shoes and my bike. But he doesn't own them. Those are MY shoes and MY bike. I pick up a rock and throw it at the nigger. It strikes him in the head, shattering his skull. I walk down through the blood and get my shoes and my bike and go home. Fucking niggers.

The end.

You awake in a gorgeous field. It's mid-morning and you feel the sun on your skin. You have clothes on but no shoes. You hear a nigger war cry in the distance... What happens next?

Those Chicken wings, they were gone.

He reached so far into the fridge, into the void where they were, he got sucked into another reality...

That sour crop of Romaine lettuce, it hungered for her hands. It wouldn't let up, until she was dragged down with him...

And they woke together.

And as they roused, they heard Niggers cackling in the night.

Damn Tom, you gotz a nice ass dick for a white boi all naked 'n'shit

Tom responded

Your pussy doesn't smell half bad, either

But they both heard the calls from the coons running towards them in the distance...

Angela may have been one of them, but that didn't mean she wanted to be around them.

Tom, you have to run! My people are coming! They'll rob you if you don't shoot them first!

Wait for part 4

In the sun-drenched meadow, the cows were grazing and the pigs were rooting around in the mud. The birds were singing and the bees were buzzing. It was a beautiful day. But there was one angry Nigger in the meadow, who was feeling angry all day long.