DA 6 CRACKHEADS

Chapter 3: Offbrand Shirt

"Stephon, quit lookin at the happy meals n get yo ass over here! Get sum burgers or sum shit like that!" Keyshawn yelled. Keyshawn was scared that they were going to call the police, but it was full of people who had trials. So it didn't matter.
As Stephon was digging in his nose with a frie, he saw this little boy in the corner eating Chicken Fries. He had a shirt that no one ever heard of.
"He look cool," Stephon thought in his mind, "But he got an Offbrand shirt on. Why is my ass talking? I live in a cardboard box! Well who cares Ima go talk to him." "AYE LIL BOY IN THE CORNER," Stephon yelled in stupidity, "U WANNA HELP US STEAL SUM BURGERS?"
"No I'm good," he kindly replied. "Besides, you look like you need to eat burgers, so keep doing your thing."
"That nigga nice as hell," Stephon thought. "He too nice. His niceness might get his ass kicked in the streets. I almost forgot, I know who could help that mufuka get big."
In retardation, Stephon walked over to the kind stranger to ask him retarded questions.
"What's yo name? U always nice like this? U like tittie toes?"
He awkwardly replied, "Traderrius, I guess, and what is a tittie toe?"
"Don't worry bout dat. If u be too nice on the streets, u gon get yo ass kicked, and yo ass too big to get beaten up. U like to exercise?"
"No, why?"
"Well u need to get mean as hell when u walkin by people, and I know who can help you with that. U know Jacob?"
"I heard of him. Doesn't he take steroids?"
"Hell yea, and another thing. U need to talk like u black, and get a shirt that's made by a brand, dawg. I want the best for u my boy."
"Alright, take me to Jacob tomorrow at 10 in the morning. That sounds good?"
"Yea, but I ain't got no clock. U kno the big ol dumpster in the long alley in Birmingham?"
"Yea I'll meet you there. I'll catch you later."
"Ight man." And Stephon and Keyshawn left Burger King with two bags the size of a big ass elephant."

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