I got picked up by a few guys, or entities in this suburban neighborhood reminiscent of Beverly Hills (Not Level 9). The car they picked me up in was this black limo that was kind of beat up. They were kind and funny and had offered to pick me up. I'm scared at what happened next... It all started when:
The man in the white suit said: "You couldn't hold that gun any more gay if you tried."
The man in the blue sweater and white hockey mask responded wit: "Hey! fuck you!"
The two were pointing pistols at each other, and I thought I was going to die, and all I responded with was: "What the he-" before completing my sentence, I burst out in laughter because of how these "people" held their weapons: