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.