Audiman;2794853 said:
I'll give out this scenerio:
Plaxico and Four are in the same club and Plax brings a gun with him. While fooling with the gun, it goes off and shoots Four. here is the conversation afterwords:
Plaxico: I was scared of getting robbed. that's why I brought the gun.
Four: that's ok, you're a celebrity and can do a lot of good for the state. instead of going to jail, you should talk to kids and tell them not to bring guns to public places and play with them. I guess I really took one for the team.
Plaxico: why should I go to jail or talk to kids? I didn't do anything wrong. I was just scared.
Four: yeah, you're right. can I please swing from your testicles, Plax?
Plaxico: be gentile, I'm still scared.
Club bouncer: holy **** dude, there's blood everywhere! Don't you need to go to the hospital or something?
Four: Nah, I 'm good. This is how it is in the ghetto. You never know when you might get shot....gotta be ready to die 'round here..
Club bouncer: but he shot you in the neck!?!?!
Four: It be like that sometime. If you can't take a bullet, then you ain't hood.
Club bouncer: Are you gonna at least file a police report? I mean, you could die any minute here.
Four: Nah. Plaxico is a celebrity role model so he won't be able to help the kids if I rat on him and goes to jail. So if I die, it will be worth it if he helps just one kid.
Plaxico (mumbles) Haha, stupid *** mother ******. I ain't helpin' no damn kids.
Club bouncer: Well, you can't sit around here bleeding on everything. You have to go.....
(bouncer procedes to throw Four through the front glass window.)