After that park bench story one spoiler was enough for me to be warded off.
I've been successfully pavloved into hating spoiler tags where I once looked forward to them.
Son: yo ma was that you robbin the bank?
Ma: *stares blankly*
Son: That was you!
Ma: What you gon' do? You gonna snitch. You
gon' call the po-lice. Here the phone, call em'
I'll dial the nine and the one for you *hits numbers*
Son: remember when you told me I was a aint shit...
No joke there be days im chillin in the house and I miss my marvel action figures. When I was growin up I'd stage epic battles and shit all over the crib. Bathtub be the naval battle. Kitchen be the microverse. Outside be space because I could utilize 3rd parties (insects) into my schemes...
Yea that logic works all the way up to nigga can't mow grass, change a tire, use basic tools, put together furniture. He a bum ass nigga and she is excused.
The difference between knowing how to cook and knowing how to cook well is imagination.