OMH Story (true story)

Author: OMH gooner

Yeah, that’s right Tyrone, keep railing my wife while I play Deltarune on my Switch 2!
AYO IF YOU DONT SHUT YOUR CRACKA ASS UP, IMMA TAKE YOUR BITCH TO MY CRIB AND FUCK HER THERE
Tyrone, you know well, like I’ve told you before, that “your crib” is in fact built on stolen indigenous land acquired through genocide. You are being disrespectful to every native man, woman, and two-spirited folkx-
STFU HONKEY, IDGAF ABOUT NO GAY TRANNY SHIT
*suddenly, the room goes dark. When the light comes back on, Love is A Stream by Jefre Cantu-Ledesma is playing from every direction. OMH is standing right behind Tyrone. He attempts a punch, but OMH uses his Mario themed shoes to flip over Tyrone, while smoothly pulling out his supercharged NiggaBlasta 200*
DAFUQ IS GOIN ON?!
As a proud anti-racism advocate, I was willing to tolerate your nigga antics. But you’ve crossed the line this time, my ebony friend.
You see, Tyrone, I don’t let you fuck my wide merely because I enjoy it. I have far loftier ambitions. While you were thrusting, I was observing and collecting data to build this super weapon, the first of its kind to be powered by pure BBC energy. I was intending on using it to kill drumpf and the RNC to rid our country of fascism forever. But I suppose you will make a fine test subject. Farewell, Tyrone.
*OMH fires the NiggaBlasta and Tyrone is reduced to a pile of ash in a second.*
Forgive me for taking the life of one of your holy children, Yakub. I WILL end racism with this power you have given me