You haul ass outside screaming "Your fucking dead you goddess damned piece of shit!". You are in the front yard confronting not one, but a group of angry looking red necks. It's the season of Presidential election and yours is the only property on the block that does not have a Vote for Gerald Ellon poster on the lawn. The big muscular wide guy in the black shirt is they're spokesman. He says if you don't like freedom you can just get the fuck off the block like all the other faggots who tried to push a liberal agenda here. Get a Ellon sign up TODAY or get the fuck out of here you pinko commie Moslem faggot.