Amaran walks down the street like a boss with a package stuffed in his couch. He notices two shady-looking characters up the road. They see him and run up to him.

Amaran: OH SHIT, BAD DAY

Terry and Karen approach Amaran.

Terry: Well, look who we have here. That Mac-Dons employee.

Karen: Yea, that dumbass, what's his name?Emo-ran?

Amaran: No AMMA RAN

Karen looks at Amaran's junk.

Karen: Damm, Terry, this Indian dude is packing.

Terry: What do you have in their big boi?

Terry grabs his junk and feels a package.

Terry: Oh right on the money, looks like we might have our next fix.

Karen: Terry, this guy is dirt poor and probably has 20 children waiting at home. I don't feel like this is right.

Terry: SHUT YOUR MOUTH KAREN, I NEED MY GOD DAMM FIX

Karen: I saw him rolling with Big Papa too. Is this smart, Terry?

Terry takes out a knife.

Terry: I make the decisions.

Terry: I pay the bills.

Terry: I keep a roof over our head.

Karen: WHAT ROOF? OUR HOUSE IS A LANDFILL

At the same time, two white gang members pull up near the street and start to watch.

Gangster 1: Let's let this play out, then steal the goods at the end.

Gangster 2: *nods his head.*

Amaran: May I go?

Terry pushes Amaran.

Terry: Shut up, Turban.

Amaran: *Mutters*dippie-shit

Terry: What did you say to me?

Terry pushes Amaran once more, then puts the knife near his face.

Karen: No, Terry, we can't kill again. Remember what happened last time?

Terry: I MAKE THE DECISIONS BITCH

*Terry stabs Amaran in his left leg.*

Amaran: NO

Amaran: NOT

Amaran: MY LAAAAG. AGAIN

Amaran looks around and notices a cricket bat near him. He drops to the ground, making it look like he's injured. Then he rolls to the bat and grabs it. Amaran grabs the package and stuffs it into his pants. He shouts AMARAN at the top of his lungs and enters rampage mode.

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Amaran starts to fight the two methheads (Terry and Karen) in rage mode. While he is fighting the gangsters open fire. Araman beats the shit out of the two methheads but leaves them alive. Then Amaran runs with lighting speed, dodging and deflecting bullets with the cricket bat. He knocks the gun out of the passenger's hand in the passenger seat with his bat. Then he smashes his face. Araman grabs the passenger door. The gangster driving the car flips the keys and starts to drive. You can see a fire in Araman's eyes as he's holding the door with one hand. Araman grabs the door and pulls himself slowly. Araman holds the cricket bat with his teeth and slowly approaches the hood.

At the same time, Christina approaches Jeremy to buy some drugs. Her arm is in a sling. They notice Araman holding onto the door of a speeding car, while flying through the air.

Jeremy: Damm, that Indian is shottyman.

Christina: That fool be flying.

Jeremy notices the cricket bat and a package dangling from his pants.

Jeremy: Shittt he's got the goods, I gotta peace, bitch.

Jeremy hands Christina a baggy, then jumps on his RX550. Then starts to chase Araman.

Eventually, Araman gets to the hood of the car and sees the fear in the gang member's eyes. Araman starts smashing the window in with his cricket bat, and the driver crashes. Araman goes flying and hits the curb.

Jeremy stops his motorcycle and walks up to Araman. He takes the package then drags him onto the bike.

Jeremy: Hold on dude, I'm going to get you to a doctor.

Amaran: *Mutters* Oww, BAD DAY