YA SAUDI.
Stanley Williams went to the prison, do the exercise, and watch tv about who dead in the funeral, because he turns off the television, and open the box to take out some blanket, and repost about stereotypes and a pictures about redemption. Police just point the gun on him to walk to see a white shirt guy. He told them to do so. He was walking back to the prison and he red some newspaper. He told his grand mother, and his mother to do it. Also, he was acting like a kid on front of the house. He'd just shot him. The thing is a man went to prison for six years. Beside, the police officers is opening the gate for a woman to the Prison Department. Over a decade to serve a breaktime when we get out of prison. On the classic day, he got beat up by a gangster. He got shot by a gangster man. Over the overview, some kind of thing we can choose everything. Mr. Trace are you listen to me, or you look at Serena Williams. "I am listen to you." Okay then, listen to me what I'm said then. The world look suspicious as well, in the classic day. 'Who have the emergent and who is decide it, when it call a state, keep helping them to keep organizing it to do it now. Who has the gants? Their is the Police Department.' It explores the interactions of five troubled characters who meet while waiting at a bus terminal. Ya Saudi.
YA SAUDI.
ECHOING WORDS: Police Department, Police Department, Police Department.
"Black man you better be nice to a family or you're fired!!!"
"Exactly what I'm says, water, open, mouth, err, Napkins,"
Wining.
"NO NAPKINS, NO NAPKINS."
Police Siren Wails.
Thigh.
YA SAUDI.
Low line you'd just clean up time. Their ain't any way not to keep out trouble. Keep slacking off or you're fired. Print that post or you're fired. Mordecai get back he is the second or you're fired. What the heck Rigby. RAWR.
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