Kick out!

I grab the baton taser out of swaggots hand and stick it though his already zipped down zipper on his pants. Probably not the smartest move for Mr.Swaggot. He rolls over holding onto the junk in his pants that he only has due to being black and I am able to get to my feet, holding onto my below the belt of course. Good thing I am not a guy or that would have hurt way worse.

No wonder you can't get a girl swaggot, you are trying to put the wrong head in her vagina. Better luck next time. Also next time, zip your god damn pants up, no one and I mean no one wants to see that.

I begin to walk away but stop to send my fist into Ginger Gilmour's jaw. One for counting, two for looking like Gaymour, and three for being a ginger.