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Dude 1 kicks open the door. He starts firing. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest. He's screaming   Dude 1 turns to The Boy and is about to pull the trigger, but stops. He squints his eyes, like he's trying to remember someone       DUDE 1: You that troll gold molar nigga?   The Boy goes [blank-face emoji]       THE BOY: Yeah. Yeah, that's me   Dude 1's face lights up. He hands The Boy his phone back. He has a tattoo on his wrist. It's "roscoe's wetsuit" in all lowercase in some shitty microsoft font       THE BOY: What does it mean?       DUDE 1: What?       THE BOY: Roscoe's wesuit. You got a tatto of it. Right there   More gunshots and screams can be heard from outside. Shit's probably going down Law & Order style. The guy probably got his whole crew to come or something       DUDE 1: I think it's some shit from an old ad or something. Some kid saw it and thought it was funny. Fuck if I know       THE BOY: Why'd you get a tat?       DUDE 1: I got shitfaced on New Years. Woke up with it. What the fuck do you care?       THE BOY: Don't give me that shit   Out of all the shouts, The Boy can disctinctly hear "WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAR!" He smh       DUDE 1: Get the fuck outta here   The Boy just sits there. Like when something catches you off-guard and you're not really surprised or anything, you just sit there and it takes a while for it to sink in   He gets up and just starts walking out the back. He calls up Fam       FAM: YO WHERE THE FUCK IS YOU? THERE'S A HUGE SHOOTOUT GOING ON RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE NIGGA! WITH THE COPS AND SHIT!       THE BOY: Yeah. Pick me up. I'm grabbing some Starbucks                                    (THE END)                          B e caus e th e in te r n et