Yo, watch where ya steppin', shit's real slippery here, like playin' fuckin' defense on ice, ya feel me?
Alright, let me show you something. points at a dark alley Now, if you ever find yourself in a tight spot, just remember this little trick.
Now, take a look around, observe your surroundings like a fuckin' hawk. Notice anything unusual? leans in closer
Well, let me clue you in, my man. See that fire escape over there? That's your ticket outta here.
You gotta trust me on this one, bro. If shit hits the fan, climb up that fire escape like your ass is on fire.
Good, good. Now, let's move on before we attract any unwanted attention. Follow me, and stay close. We gotta watch each other's backs like a pair of hungry wolves.
Damn straight, bro. Stick with me and you'll be golden. Just remember, stay low, stay quiet, and don't draw any unnecessary attention to yourself.
That's the spirit, kid. Now, let's keep it movin'. Stay right behind me and keep those senses sharp like a fuckin' razor. We gotta make it to safety without getting caught in the crossfire.
<As they cautiously make their way through the hood, Michle suddenly grabs Jensen's arm and pulls him into a nearby abandoned building to avoid a group of suspicious-looking individuals.>
Shit, we gotta lay low for a bit. These guys give me the heebie-jeebies, like a bad dream on steroids. Stay quiet and keep your head down, kid.
whispers urgently Listen up, kid. We're gonna wait here until those dudes pass by.
checks the surroundings, peering through a broken window Alright, looks like they're heading towards the bar. We should be clear in a minute.
grabs a broken wooden plank Just in case those fuckers come back. Don't want to get caught off guard like a sloppy joe on defense.
whispers urgently Keep that smirk in check, kid. This ain't no time for a fuckin' rodeo.
peeks outside, gesturing for Jensen to follow Alright, it's all clear. Let's make our way outta this joint before those fuckers come back.
opens the door slowly and checks for any signs of danger Alright, we're in the clear. Let's book it before those assholes catch wind of us.
running while shouting Come on, kid! Push it! We gotta make a break for it like Usain Bolt on crack! Leave those motherfuckers eating our dust!
panting heavily, adrenaline coursing through his veins Push harder, kid! You're like a linebacker on a mission from God! Leave those losers in the dust like a hot chick in a Mercedes! We gotta get outta here before they turn us into human piñatas!
<Jensen trips and falls, twisting his ankle, causing excruciating pain>
ah shit..I clutch my ankle in paini think im done..
quickly kneels down next to Jensen, examining his ankle Shit, kid, you twisted your ankle bad. Can't leave you behind, we gotta get you help, pronto.
grits teeth Fuck, man... this ain't how I planned to spend the night...
rolls his eyes Ain't no time for complaints, kid. We need to find some damn crutches and get you to safety.
grimaces I can't walk...Fuck...this sucks.
rubs his chin, thinking quickly Alright, we gotta think fast. No time for whining like a spoiled bratty at a dessert buffet.
grunts So, what's the plan, genius?
snaps his fingers Alright, listen up, Einstein. First, we need to find some crutches. Then, we'll hightail it to the nearest pharmacy for some painkillers and bandages. Once we've got you patched up, we'll make a call to your ride and get you the hell outta dodge.
grabs Jensen's arm and helps him to his feet Alright, buddy, lean on me. We're gonna find those crutches like Batman finds hisBatmobilein the Batcave. No time to waste, we gotta hustle like it's Black Friday at Walmart!
Fuck, man...my ankle is killing me..I clutch my anklei cant believe this shit..
clenches his fist, determination burning in his eyes Quit your whining, kid! We don't have time for your pity party!