"NIGGERS could be here brother" he thought, "I've never been in this dungeon before. There could be NIGGERS anywhere dude." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE NIGGERS" he thought. "American Made" reverberated the entire arena, making it pulsate with the sound of thousands of Hulkamaniacs, washing away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. "Train, eat your vitamins, & say your prayers!" he said to himself, out loud.
