*knock knock*
It was 12:78 am and someone was knocking on the door. In this blizzard? I was scared, shaking even. What should I do? I stretched to the door and made a knife out of my hand just in case. I peered through the peephole and opened the door. Standing before me, in a tapered, deep brown leather jacket, was none other than dahood. He possessed a sign and held it up.
"N33d HeLp wIt
mathS homrok"
Hm, ok. I let him in. Immediately he said, "where you keep kuba"
"What?" I asked.
"ZE KUBA WHERE YOU KEEP IT?"
"I'm sorry I don't know what you are saying." I was trying to keep my cool and yet, I was still mad. He stared at me with piercing brown eyes, like his jacket. A wave of uncomfortable uncertainty came over me and as I realized dahood could kill me this second. I coughed. Then turned it into a laugh, "Ahaha ok dahood here is the kuba" I gave him my roommates' stash of brown columbia sweatshirts. It's ok right? They were out of town circling the fanny may stores of america surly they wouldn't notice.
Dahood looked at me and that broke my train of thought "THIS ISNT KUBA" and then he ran away
