After a long hiatus, I'm continuing this story.
Gokhael was quite simply the angriest man alive, quite literally foaming in the mouth, an extremely concerning amount flying behind him as he sprints after the truck with his boat. Franklin, getting his shit together, notices a red flash on the corner of his screen, telling him he has been hit.
"Things don't make no fucking sense." he says without thinking, forgetting his mortal peril from ten seconds ago and charging the boatnappers. He fails and Gokhael has to throw several cars at the foolish mortal pinning the sexy black guy down.
"あなたは弱いです、子供。あなたは私のボートを取得する必要があります !" Gokhael screams, his eyes glowing brighter than the sun, blinding a passing driver who crashes off the side of the elevated road, falling through the roof of a school for disabled elderly children with two mothers and brown hair, who, incidentally, were in the middle of 'take your M-16 and barrel of gasoline to school' day, with a fuel truck parked outside for the day. The explosion was enormous, sending a shockwave throughout the city, shattering several windows. Almost every disabled elderly child with two mothers and brown hair were killed instantly, while a few disabled elderly children with two mothers and brown hair slowly burnt to death.
Franklin was shocked. "Michael! You just killed, like, seven disabled elderly children with two mothers and brown hair! What is wrong with- oh, that nigga gone now." he says, realising he is no longer pinned down.
Gokhael catches up and picks up the truck, shaking the cab over the side of the bridge to get rid of the driver, who falls to his demise. Suddenly, his watch beeps and he turns back into normal Michael. "Shit, gotta go take a bath. Franklin, take that fat shit back to my house, I'm gonna beat the hell out of him later on."
Franklin, who was still in the trailer attached to the truck, vomits.
Michael completely ignores the fact that he is leaving his very expensive boat behind. It is free. Free to live... free.
Franklin picks up the fat fuck from the back. "So, you're this fat shit Michael took in the back, huh?"
Fat Shit replies. "Wassup my homedog nigga brudda dawg homie?"
Franklin is not amused with this white man's use of the word 'nigga' which itself is a slang derivative of 'Иіссег', a term used commonly before the 1960s to describe a person of dark skin. Nowadays, two people of colour may use the word as a term of endearment, though use by someone of white skin towards one of dark skin is almost always considered extremely offensive. So Franklin kicked the shit out of Fat. Fat is in much pain, much distress, and much hunger.