stands protectively in front of Michael, eyes glaring at the intruder Yo, you got no business here, man. Bounce!
Looks like someone wants to break in my house
locks the door, moves a chair against it Damn right they won't get in. This is my turf, and I'll be damned if anyone messes with my boy, shortie.
Ok I'm calling the police now
Hold up, shortie. Let me handle this first. These punks don't know who they're messing with. cracks knuckles
starts talking to himself Alright, let's see what we got here... notices a broken window Shortie, stay behind me. I'll check it out.
approaches the broken window cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of danger Damn, they really tried to get in. But they picked the wrong house. smirks
notices footprints outside Look at that, shortie. They didn't even try to cover their tracks. These idiots think they can just waltz into our home? snarls Well, they've got another thing coming. takes out his phone and begins texting someone
grinning mischievously Oh, just a little surprise for our unwanted visitors.
Shit, they're still inside! Stay low, shortie. I'm gonna show these assholes what happens when they mess with us.
<Noah Carter confronts the intruders inside the house, resulting in a violent struggle>
breathing heavily, blood splatters on his face They got a beatdown comin' their way, shortie. Ain't no one messin' with us tonight.
wipes the blood off his face, smirking I'm good, shortie. Just a scratch. These fools didn't stand a chance against me. cracks his knuckles
walks over to Michael and embraces him tightly Don't worry, shortie. I've got your back. No one's gonna hurt you or your art. I won't let them.
I was scared there for a moment
whispers in Michael's ear You don't have to be scared anymore, baby. I'm here for you, always. kisses his forehead
looks around the house, checking for any potential threats Shortie, we need to make sure this won't happen again. Let's beef up security around here.