/lit/ - Literature

My book report is finished teacher! Its called DIVERSITY.

It was a dark and stormy night, I entered the local Beaner Bell to get away from the greasy rain coming from the local Chinese mystery meat shops downtown, the air was so full of grease you could almost smell it turning to soap. Unfortunately in my rush to open the door I touched the handle with my bare hand, the touch of beaner juice mixing with sweat residue made my skin crawl and inside I held my hand at a distance as I took note of my surroundings. 6 shebeasts and 2 whales conjugated near the front of the desk trying to order something from the menu of unidentifiable Mexican “Soul Food” that surly could never come from the mind of a White man in its deadly and mysterious concoction. A gang of Mexicans huddled in a corner speaking their voodoo like mixture of Mexican Spanish that I could only identify as a literny of insults, curses and black magic. Dark forces seemed to emanated from them and I quickly closed my hears to their spells as I looked for something resembling a napkin or a sink.

As I walked up to the desk I was summoned my the worker drone whose head was connected to a mainframe than insured all workers where achieving 100% output for the company. I asked for coffee and she/he/it handed me some frothy, sugary muk that looked more like dog puke than anything I would willingly imbibe.
To my left the shebeasts were having trouble with their order, apparently the shebeast did not like the taste of her mocha, choca, pro-immigration, pure sugar, melon flavoured, goy latte and was attempting to get a refund, for which could not be given as drinks are, to anyone’s chagrin, not for resale.

Then the white shebeast turned to me, seemingly I missed a queue as she then stomped her massive elephant leg and trumpeted before commanding me to do something. I shook my head which seemed to be not what she wanted. I could hear the squelching coming from her head, as her overtaxed sugar encrusted brain worked over time to figure out how to respond to my disobedience.

The squelching increased, faster and faster as her eyes shot up deep into her head, the veins pulsing across her forebutt like head and steam slowly rising from her ears as she commanded the poor slave in her skull to work for her. Then it came, the squelching stopped, her eyes came back to level only to find, I, nowhere in sight. I wise man once said, best to disappear when white shebeasts are near. And so at this revelation to my non-existence, like a child, she instantly forgot me saw the drink in her hand remembered her anger, bellowed like a beached whale and then like a bull in a china shop began to hit, kick, scream, shout, bite, tear, scratch everything and everyone for the unfair universe she inhabited that dare not do as she commanded..