Are you serious?

John took a moment to breathe and asked his question "James, are you being for real about this?"

James laughed louder "Oh, yeah, bro definitely. I don't know if he ever had a BBC but he for sure had a BRS in his pants after attempting to charge Robert for claiming and piping his wife. A Big Red Stain" he said as he laughed "and then he straight up just kept assfuc-"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT THE MILITIA YOU MORON!" John roared on the phone.

"Oh, shit, yeah okay bro. Yeah of course I'm being for real." James said chuckling "There's many, and I mean MANY hotties there. The police is losing control, the white locals are either in the inner city getting tortured by minorities or fleeing. They're all up for grabs dude."

Just as John's, kind of idiot, friend kept talking, the live stream playing on his laptop switched camera POVs going from Beyonce twerking to two figures standing in a dimly lit room. John sighed, and was a little disappointed in himself in how easy it was to recognize the people on the screen.