Imagine the stampede when a Kwa city gets nuked, all the little brown rats scurrying up the I-95 to the white countryside, swarming over quiet white diners trying to get a bite to eat, camping out under overpasses and burnt out budget motels, their little brown legs covered in caked shit and canned beans as the country dissolves into its ultimate fate over night. Get the guns, boys!
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