Wait a second, Matt is a racist. He won't ask a black woman for coffee

I hope anyone selecting this option did so just to see where it went, not because they believe, based on my writing, that Matt is racist. Matt's not a racist. Yeah, he's a sexist and not, perhaps, fully admirable, but he has the hots for attractive women of all ages, faiths, colors, and national origin.

"Uh, I changed my mind," Matt says when Ophelia gets ready to go with him for coffee. "Turns out I'm a racist."

"There's a lot of that around here," Ophelia said.

Matt nodded glumly. How had this happened? Did he really want to fit in with the rich jerks so badly that he'd offend a woman who was not only smoking hot but who'd also been friendly with him? He guessed that was who he was... even though he was never likely to fit in with the rich jerks no matter how much of a jerk he made of himself.

He turned and stepped out of the bus... where he ran straight into Jordan and Freddy.

Freddy caught Matt in a full nelson and Jordan dropped a sucker-punch directly into Matt's stomach.

"I thought I told you not to mess with our girls," Jordan said as Matt crumpled to the ground.

Matt gasped for breath while he tried to come up with something clever to say.

"All right, that's enough." Ophelia stepped out of the bus, crossing her arms in front of her massive chest.

"Oooh, little Mattress has a N-word protector," Freddy said.

"You need to go home and wash out that mouth," Ophelia answered.

"Or what? You going to beat me up?"

Ophelia reached out and gave Freddy what looked like a light touch on his baby finger... and he dropped to the ground howling.

"You just got yourself fired, N-word bitch," Jordan said. "My daddy owns the charter bus company."

Ophelia shrugged. "I can't help it if fat-boy there tripped and fell. Now run along, Matt."

That, Matt realized, hadn't gone very well. Perhaps being a racist wasn't all it was cracked up to be.