"I demand that you release Tom," the realist admonished.
Dante responded with an apology and an explanation that he was unable to fulfill the request.
In other words, it's "a payment for killing me," as the realist put it.
You are like one of us; I never gave the order to have you killed. I promise to listen if there's an issue between you and one of my guys and work with you to resolve it amicably, but releasing our archenemy? My apologies! "Don't expect it to happen," Dante declared.
"Then you can have Tom for yourself and give me Ronin," the realist told Dante, the resistance leader.
In a fit of rage, every single Super in the room gets to their feet.
"Wait! Wait! You are aware that I am unable to do so; he is a key member of our team, and I also do not wish for him to harm you once more," Dante informed the realist.
"Again? Huh!" Realist irritated by what Dante said.
With a voice that sounded like "I got something to say," Dahood Johnson levitated above them.
The rebel leader Dante Johnson's brother is Dahood Johnson. He is also a superhero. His abilities include boundless flight and superhuman strength.
"And who the f*ck are you?" The realist said.
"My name is Dahood Johnson, and I'm Dante's brother," Dahood introduced himself.
"What a tragedy! Do you mean the hood? Bro, your parents did you dirty," the realist teased him, laughing.
"You motherf*cker!" Don't be disrespectful to me like that, n*gga. This isn't your white boy neighborhood! It's the resistance group, n*gga, and I'm going to f*ck you up right here, n*gga," Dahood yelled.
"Relax, n*gga. We've got two feet in the air too, my friend," Simon said in defense of the realist.
Dahood Johnson remarked, "Whose two-footer, n*gga, hahaha."
The one who f*cks your mom, Simon said.
"You disloyal fool ass b*tch, you worship a white boy n*gga, you aren't one of us, you aren't a superhero, you aren't Black. N*gga, you aren't even a man, n*gga" Dahood counters .
"You say what? I am not a man? You know what it's like to be a man, n*gga. You know what it's like to be a Black, n*gga? You don't know sh*t, you alien-ass motherf*cker, " Simon replied.
"We can't give you Tom. He is our way to the parliament," Dante said, interrupting them.
"N*gga! "F*ck you, what kind of older brother are you?" Simon yelled out to Dante.
Dahood becomes enraged and rushes at Simon, yelling, "Imma f*ck you up, you white boy's c*ck sucker," as he flies at Simon at high speed.
Dante stops him just as he is about to attack. Seemingly appearing before him. Not a single soul noticed his approach.
Dante possesses extraordinary powers, including extraordinary speed and strength.
He sprinted towards his brother, leaped over the walls, and safely landed on the ground after stopping him mid-air.
"Let me goooooo, I'm gonna f*ck him up, I'm gonna f*ck this shame of a Black n*gga," Dahood yelled out in a hysterical temper.
"Aren't a Black person and an N*gga the same thing?" Amane spoke.
Hold on! One moment! Wait! Sorry, guys, but that's not what you say. Jimmy clarified that she doesn't know.
"What on earth are you talking about? White people absolutely do not use the N-word," Jimmy whispered to Amane.
"What word?" Returning the whisper, Amane speaks quietly.
"N-word, the word that starts with N. The Black people use it," Jimmy replied.
Within a million years, we will not return without Tom. That simply cannot be. "You either hand over our friend or we'll take him away from you," Misa made it plain.
Ronin asked, "What did she say?"
"Now that you heard her, chigga, which choice do you prefer?" the realist asks, drawing his swords.
"What do you think about a third option, you motherf*ckers? " addressed Dahood.
"N*gga, stop talking. Who are you? Let your brother speak, okay?" Simon cut Dahood off.
"The winner takes Tom," Dahood said, suggesting a death match between Simon and himself.
"With Simon! No way! Fight with me because I am a superhero, not him." Realist, said.
"It is not a historical thriller drama; we are humans, we are not animals, we deserve justice just like all human beings on this world," Dante argues.
"Alright, bro, no dying, just fight. Down, man, loose, how about that?" Dahood told his brother.
"I said.....," Simon interrupted Dante just as he was about to decline once more, saying, "I accept..."
"You can't accept such a vicious game," Misa informed Simon.
"I will not permit it, you cannot do that," the realist responded to Simon.
"Come on, you pitiful white p*ssy. By the way, what are you? You can't do anything to aid the oppressed, your people, or even yourself. You're just a distraction, a parasite, or a non-player character, like in video games and stuff," Dahood mock-realist said.
"You don't know who I am, the protagonist, the hero, the main character; you can't kill me. Oh, you're an NPC, huh?" the realist exclaimed with a loud voice.
Immediately, every single member of the resistance begins to tease and laugh at him.
"This n*gga thinks it's some kind of movie or something," Dahood exclaimed and laughed.
The realist takes off his helmet and yells, "If you p*ssies believe I'm lying, then shoot me. Come on, motherf*ckers! What are you waiting for?"
Simon pulled the trigger on his shotgun and boldly declared, "I said I accept the challenge."
"Yeah," Dahood said, "he said, 'Accept, n*gga."
Oh, please. Dante said,
"Listen, my friend, I've got this. It won't turn out the way you're expecting it to," Dahood reassured his brother.
Simon opened fire with his shotgun on Dahood, causing him to soar into the air before plunging headfirst into the earth.
As soon as Simon began to shoot at the ground, Dahood emerged from under his feet, seized Simon's shotgun, and pressed it to Simon's forehead.
"Listen, you snitching n*gga, my brother grants you another life," Dahood said.
As Dahood tries to fire the shotgun, Simon seizes his hand and pulls the pin out of a grenade, which he then places in Dahood's shirt. Simon then body slams Dahood to the ground, mimicking a wrestler.
Out of sheer panic, Dahood threw the grenade at the wall.
Booooooom! The grenade goes off.... In the aftermath of the dust cloud that had enveloped the room, Simon emerged from behind Dahood, his loaded shotgun pointed directly towards him.
Dahood swiftly spun around, and Simon fired a shot to the chest, sending him flying five meters away—all thanks to Dahood's superpower.
"Are you guys not strong enough to stand by what you said? If not, I'll send you to the same place I sent your motherf*cking homie," Simon said, his voice trembling from the bomb that went off nearby.
"No, n*gga, it's not over," Dahood says as he stands up.
The vest is the only reason Dahood is still alive.
You can see that my brother lost, but I will not let Tom go. Dante grabbed Dahood by the shoulder and said, "It is over, little brother. I won't say that again."
Freedom, equality, and justice are more important than my brother and me, and I refuse to allow a foolish dude to determine our generation's destiny.