Storytime: Dramatard weeb tried to cut me down irl

I wish I took pictures but I wasn't really in the thinking condition at that time.

So I went to visit a town Kerwe, something Mutts might call a street fare? Idk. Meat was served, the wine was flowing, Neighbors gut drunk and me and my buddies were enjoying ourselves with booze and boof. Shit closed down at midnight and we were still straight chilling when a Neighbor with a rocket launcher fricking golden Katana (see pic)

pulled up.

I honestly don't know if it was mall ninja shit, I assume it was. This guy has a black eye, was spitting blood and looked like a truck hit him. He was beat tf up and looking to cut down the Neighbor that did it to him. Seeing us his drunk butt decided he'd ask us for directions by describing the guy (telling us his name, asking if we know where he could be) while holding his katana and even offering us to take it to "check it out".

Now I ain't no snitch and I rarely call the cops but this guy might have legit killed sb in his state. He was rambling about how he is willing to do life to gut the guy that did this to him. Me being the boozed up b-word I am found this extremely entertaining but still decided to call the cops. Tbh I wanted to see them gun this r-slur down lmao.

While I was calling the police my buddies already got him to dispose the sword and sat him down so he folded like a wet towel I guess. Cops came 3 minutes after I called them cause I am not an Amerishart living in South Africa tier conditions (!germs) and handled the situation without putting a bullet into his hat. They took our numbers and names and we fricked off to go smoke another blunt.

You might be asking "why didn't you get arrested for being high out your mind and obviously carrying weed?" I guess cause the cops were bros and considered us good boys for prioritizing a potential murder case over our weed.

TLDR: Soys with swords are dangerous