>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