Henry was an old stubborn man, he was a beer drinking, cigarette smoking patriot. He was also a massive bigoted racist who had been a KKK member until his cancer had made him bedridden. He was coughing up blood when a young black doctor walked in.
"Mr Manchester, I can help relieve your pain but you have to let me treat you" the doctor said.
"Fuck off, I ain't getting no treatment off a filthy nig-UGH!" Henry said when he felt his entire body tense up, gasping as the world was lost to him.
Henry woke up in a bright white room with a white table in the middle, he was sitting on a white chair. A man in a white suit and tie was sitting on a chair opposite him.
"Henry Manchester, Born 18th August 1945, died 23rd September 2015 of lung cancer, You sir do know how to ruin your body, five packs of cigarettes a day along with drinking your own weight in alcohol I'm actually surprised you lived this long" The man said reading from a folder.
"Am I dead?" Henry asked.
"Yes, sadly, you know if you had asked that young doctor for help you would have lived about two more months" The man replied.
"Id rather die than get help from a nig-" Henry said before letting out a gasp
"Watch what you say mortal, the big man is watching and he is a bit annoyed that his creations think they are superior to one another, You know he did make you all have the same genetic code for a reason, anyway. You can call me Brian and I am your life return advisor" Brian said.
"Life return?" Henry asked.
"Yep, You sign this piece of paper and blam your back on earth with a new body and a new life" Brian replied holding out a piece of paper which henry grabbed and quickly signed before evaporating "Oh, oops, wrong paper...ah fuck it, he wont remember he was dead anyway"
Henry woke up to find himself in a apartment in downtown L.A and as he got up he felt his body get up easily, no pain, no cracking but he did feel a slight imbalance which he found the reason for when he looked down.
"I'm a whore...A black Whore" he muttered in a ghetto voice. He checked in a nearby mirror to see a smoking hot black woman with large curves wearing a pink skin tight dress that barely covered her body with massive breasts exploding out of a low neckline. A pair of hoop earings were slightly covered with long black hair with a cotton hat on her head "I can't believe that scrawny little white...cracker...eh, What the fuck was I talking about?"
"Hey, Sharpie..Open up babe" A man shouted from outside, looking out sharpie saw her smoking hot boytoy Jerome who had the nickname "Mr Big" for rather obvious reasons.
"get in here boy, I need me a suck on that candy stick of your's" Sharpie said as she opened the door, the screams of Henry disappearing as she felt herself get penetrated by Jerome's wandering fingers.
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