Now known as Harambe hour, people bow down and pray to Harambe and hope for his resurrection...
Harambe woke up in a cold, decaying, dark room. He pushed himself from the ground while letting out a big exhale. Harambe clenched his gun wound, unaware of what just had happened. He ached in pain for what felt like hours but was only a couple of harsh minutes. He heard a ruffling sound behind him and quickly turned his head to see. Harambe saw that nothing was in the room with him and continued to shriek in pain. Another noise came from behind his head, yet this time it was louder and sounded more like foot steps. Then Harambe saw the creature protruding from the darkness... he was a man, NO he was a legend. Harambe stood, shocked in awe. The tall bald man began to speak. "I'm...." The bald man said, in a raspy deep voice. "I'm...." He continued, not making any verbal progress. "I'm............ I'm Rick Harrison, and this is my pawn shop. I work here with my old man, and my son, big hoss. everything in here has a story and a price. one thing I've learned after 21 years - you never know WHAT is gonna come through that door." The legend said in one breath and gulped for air afterwards. Harambe couldn't speak. Harambe couldn't move. Harambe couldn't process this moment. He was Ricks biggest fan. Rick slowly strolled over to him in a comforting manor. "Hey..." Rick said to Harambe. "H...h...hi" he said in return to his idol. "Hey, um, was it the woman? the woman get ya here?" Rick spoke as he put his hand on Harambes shoulder. Harambe, staring at Ricks soft, peachy hand said "yeah, the, the tall woman with the black heels" he said in return "um, me too and I have to tell you that... She ain't coming... I'm sorry pal" said Rick in a desperate tone. "Oh..." Harambe frowned and looked down at his own hands but then continued "I mean, that's okay because..." Harambe paused and suddenly pushed off the wooden floor and leapt into ricks arms. He kissed him passionately and could taste his Vegas hometown in between his strong teeth. Harambe continued to cradle Ricks cold, trembling body. Harambe finally let go of his grasp, keeping eye contact. "Oh..," Rick said in a surprised tone. "I, uh, I'm sorry" Harambe said, covering his face in embarrassment. "Don't worry H... I like you too" Rick confessed, starting to blush. "But... One question before this is a thing. Is your dick out?" Harambe asked Rick "What?" Rick responded, burrowing his eyebrows. "Your dick. Is it out?" Harambe said calmly, not losing eye contact. "No, should it be? It's kinda fast on the fir-" Harambe stood up and looked Rick in the eye. "if your dick isn't out, I don't wanna talk" Harambe said as a tear rolled off of his cheek. He looked away as his fist plunged down onto Ricks cold, meaty neck...
Rick Harrison died 4:38 PM. Harambe is now known as the vicious man slaughtering god he is..... He will stay in heaven watching over New York City. I hope that you now realize he is our true lord and please, dicks out xoxo - Chumlee
