Lebron busts open your door, wind blowing in lebron, grabbing you by the throat he slammed his can into your gut, making you chug the sprite cranberry right after he drops you, moving to your family you’re powerless you cannot stop him you hear in the hall way “the answer is clear” “its the thirst, thirstiest time of the year” you hear your mother shriek and gurgling as sprite cranberry fills her throat hearing the sprite cranberry commercial “The answer is clear!” Your mother drops her feet visible lebron walks out the last thing you see is him turning around looking at you with his grin
he says one last thing, looking at you in the eyes”Its the thirst, thirstiest time of the year.” lebron turns on his heel lightly closing the door as you lay there dying…