... and all the lights went out. There is NO light down there. It's pitch black.
Then, I hear like... tons of footsteps upstairs. I mean, heavy ass boots. It sounded like a damn army platoon marching in.
Then, there's this like... HUGE crack, and a blinding light. I mean, it's... so bright for an instant, you're completely disoriented.
Then, we all get down on the ground, and the lights are cut back on. One by one, they start calling us to get up.
Mind you, I'm sitting there going through my head thinking, "What the fuck is going on? Who are they looking for?"
This, in retrospect, was a bad idea.
So, I told the cops to go look for my license... where they found a mirror and cocaine residue.
Genius move on my part. GENIUS.
I knew the cops wouldn't find the drugs, because I had hid them amongst a thousand boxes of little plastic angel figurines.
Finally, Max (little brother) is like, "Ask Charity!"
And he points at Stunna.
Man, Stunna... is Stunna. He had a moment.