Five black men doing hard and watching TV

You look through out the living room seeing five black guys smoking joints and doing lines of cokes. Their eyes meeting you and the black joker as you both step inside. The black joker hand held yours. Preventing you from leaving the dirty cockroach fill room.

A young short black dude with coke below his nostrils said. "Yo. Who this stupid motherfucker?" The little dude eyes having disdain in them. He look over at you. His eyes brightening up looking at you in the Harley Quinn outfit.

A fat tall black dude bare his two front golden teeth saying. "Oh Lil D. This is Matthew. He used to be a loyal costumer. But he hasn't paid for his last couple ****." He stood up handing the joint over to a skinny pole like dude. He step over staring eye to eye with the joker. "I am wondering why this dumbass is in my home now."

Matthew said gripping your hand hard while Scarface blare on the flat screen tv. "I thought that we could come to an agreement."

The fat black dude steely cold coal like eyes stare holes into Matthew. His hand shot out slapping his face. He yells out. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! TO COME INTO MY DOJO AND TELL ME TO COME TO AN AGREEMENT WITH YOUR BUM DRUGGIE ASS!"

Your heartbeats run fast as his booming voice shook you to the core. The fat guy eyes land on yours. He regain his composer.