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Finally. I can kill him. “'My main man'” is finally going to die by my hand (Morrison 337). He has been lying and hiding from me. And NOBODY, I said nobody, lies and hides from me and gets away with it.
I don’t get him. We were on the deal together, then what the hell did he get out of trying to fool me and keep all the gold for himself? I’ll think about that later. Let me first shoot him.
Wait. Why in God’s name is he flying? What is going on? I got to shoot him right now!
What the heck! He dodged the bullet while flying. This cannot be real. This cannot be real. Maybe I missed. I’ll shoot him again.
HOW IS HE DODGING THE BULLETS? WHY CAN’T I KILL HIM! I give up. This is just stupid. All I need is the gold. So what if I can’t kill Milkman, I can still kill as many whites as I want.
“Milkman! Where is the gold? Answer the truth. I’m done trying to kill you!”
 Why isn’t he answering? Why are his eyes closed and peaceful as he’s flying up? He probably think he looks like some angel or something as he flies. He looks like an idiot, I’ll tell you that. I just want the gold.
“MILKMAN! TELL ME!”
This incompetent - the hell does he need the gold or any money for? He doesn’t; he can just fly away from everything. Hmmm, what if he was telling the truth and never did get the gold? Nah. That means I was wrong. I’m never wrong.

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