*Ice cream man fighting with his conscience*
him: I remember him as a child......that boy is gonna die.

conscience: ice cream aint ever killed nobody.

him: you can smell him from the driveway.

conscience: smells like money to me.

him: this money aint worth that boys life.

conscience: nikka we made 65k off him.....off ice cream.

him: aint like i'm selling him crack.

conscience: nikka we living like Al green out this bytch.

him: hell i even bring his treats to the porch.

conscience: Vip treatment and everything nikka.

him: he's gonna lose that foot.

conscience: look at that big ass tv.....bytches love big tv's!

him: 4k out this bytch!
[/QUOKing. I fukking screamed lol