Sitting in my favorite coffee shop in the suburbs doing some remote work, Sabaton's "The Art of War Re-Armed" album at full blast in my headphones, enjoying life, when this sheboon walks up to me with an insistent look in its eyes and motions to get my attention. I ignore it; it stands its ground, so I start wondering what it wants (after all, some people in the office tell me the sound bleeds a bit from these headphones, and if the nigger is just going to point that out, I don't want to annoy the humans in the room who might be too polite to make a scene about it—wouldn't be for the nigger's benefit but I'd probably turn the volume down.)

I lift one speaker off my ear and give the nigger a look like "this better be good."

It pulls out a sail foam with a smashed-to-shit screen and motions toward my laptop with the end of a USB charger...and I put the speaker back on, flip the nigger off, and go back to my work.

I saw it slink away with its head down, and it brightened my day a little to know that a nigger had doubtless been refused what it wanted by a few humans today to be in that dejected a mood.