>another long day at the shekelberg factory
>anon is walking to his car at night
>as anon is about to open his door a sound of rollerskates can be heard from the distance
>anon's hands begin to shake "the j.." he mutters to himself
>anon starts to fumble with his keys to unlock his door nervously glancing behind him
>pee starts to dribble down his pants as he drops the keys to the ground and starts to sob softly
>"m-my gun, i have to reach for my gun!" anon remembers his 15 minutes of gun training, every moment counts now
>anons sweaty hands try to reach for his gun and manages to pull it free from the holster as the sound of the rollerskates draws near
>"die maggot!" anon unloads his magazine towards the sound of the rollerskates as he closes his eyes
>a heavy thump sound hits the pavement, a woman screams in the distance "my baby!"
>anon opens his eyes warily, on the ground lays a dead child wearing kneepads and a bike helmet.. and a pair of rollerskates on his feet
>anon starts to panic "h-he came right at me, i had to defend myself, this isn't new york!"
>the woman looks at anon in the eyes "shit dawg you right, my bad" and picks up the dead carcass of his son
>another close call averted anon thinks to himself as he sits down in his car and cracks open a cold coca cola
>"god bless america" he mutters to him self as he drives home