Wow, grow up. *the passerby said before they left the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and was killed upon impact.*

"Playin? Playin?! *His hand leaves the passerby's face and starts to head to what he thought was the gun. They close their eyes and saw God looking at them, shrugging. "Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude." He says as he waves his hands at them dismissively. But instead of the gun, his hands grabbed the hands of the passerby. Their eyes jolted open and the anger was gone from his face. There was only sadness.* "Left me… *" He fell to the floor and sobbed.*

He approached the passerby, drunkenly. Stood face to face with them, grabbed their face and pulled them in closer. "Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you ♥♥♥♥. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*His face was wet with tears and he was blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left…" *Almost instantly the sadness left his face and is replaced with pure anger.*

But not the passerby, they stood petrified. They look to the exit but there is not enough time. Theres not, theres not, theres not. Their fate was sealed the moment they opened their mouth. "Mother f*ck, what did you say?!" he slowly rose from his stool to approach the already doomed passerby, unfortunate to get involved. He hadnt shaved in months, his shirt was stained and he was missing a shoe. His gun was tucked into his jeans and his massive muscle arms looked as though they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s his muscles and instead of walking it’s punching.

Legend has it that after my own demise, a passerby mocked him.. That was their last mistake... He turned around quickly "Come again?" and the bar fell silent. No one dared to even make a sound. He asked again slurring his words as he cradled a nearly empty bottle. He was clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat ran down the passerby's face and they realized then that they f*cked up in a major way. Everyone at the bar pretended not to notice what was going on. The bartender idly washed mugs with a cloth, eyes closed and muttered to himself. A handful of people hurriedly left, one person looks back at the passerby with a look of sorrow on his face. They almost said something, but shake their head and look to the floor and leave.

The blows came quicker and harder and the yells got louder. They got so loud and he started crying. BREAKING POINT. He had a hard week and couldnt take it anymore. He was openly sobbing at that point while I gurgled blood. All three of his weed smoking girlfriends had to pull him off of me and they finally succeeded in leading him away from the goo pile that was my body. I let out another rebuttal and he shot me dead calling me an idiot, then left with his three weed smoking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.