Imagine how fun it would be to just shove a jeet in front of a train. Imagine you're waiting for the subway and there is a smelly, stinky, slimy jeet standing right by the track, babbling into his phone (which is on speaker, mind you) about some inane bullshit only a jeet would care about. You finally lose your patience with this subhuman and just give him a good shove. He's a jeet, so you know they're easy to push around, and he just goes flying into the track. He opens his mouth to utter some indignity at you only for the train to splat him. You can hear the loud whiplash CRACK of his ribcage giving out, followed immediately by the wet spurting of his heart, lungs, and stomach getting pulverized in an instant. Like music, the grotesque shattering of his ribs and pulping of his brown flesh raises above even the din of the passing train.

Everybody on the platform saw you do it, but nobody cares. Nobody has ever cared about the life of a dumb jeet. Rather, people are silently relieved. Decorum and good public manners prevent them from acknowledging it out loud, but they're grateful that a less polite person was around the relieve them of the presence of a worthless stinky jeet.

>>508404839
False alarm.

>>507022925
Rolling