Father of friend #1's race: white/ Maybe Nazi
Friend #2's race: half white/half Filipino
So it was a day where his dad had a day off. My two friends and I were playing Halo 2, and they were owning the crap out of me (I'm not an XBOX fan). Then we hear the door loudly open from downstairs, and I hear some big foot steps. A tall, white man opens the door and walks in. He comes up to my friend and wraps his arm around my friend and gave him a playful "father-to-son" scratch on the head. Then he releases him and has his eyes on my other friend. He gives him a plain look and asks my friend "Who's this." My friend says "This is my friend Donnie." And he's like "He's filipino...." "Yeah dad, he's filipino." "How come you never told me about him?" "I did, but you were reading the news paper." "Well, ask him to leave we're going to clean the house." So he says, "Oh, sir, I'd like to help." "No you're gonna leave." I then get pissed off and give my friend a bad look. He positions me to look at him and I pull out my beretta. He says "Wait I hear somebody coming up the stairs." And I'm looking on the door. He says "I think you better sit down in the chair." I say "I'm gonna count to four! 1!" He says "Mister wait!" "2! She says "please don't shoot!" "3!" He says "don't shoot me!" "4!" She screams, then a knock at the door. The gun in my hands. He opens the door, I can't believe it's a man.
Friend #2's race: half white/half Filipino
So it was a day where his dad had a day off. My two friends and I were playing Halo 2, and they were owning the crap out of me (I'm not an XBOX fan). Then we hear the door loudly open from downstairs, and I hear some big foot steps. A tall, white man opens the door and walks in. He comes up to my friend and wraps his arm around my friend and gave him a playful "father-to-son" scratch on the head. Then he releases him and has his eyes on my other friend. He gives him a plain look and asks my friend "Who's this." My friend says "This is my friend Donnie." And he's like "He's filipino...." "Yeah dad, he's filipino." "How come you never told me about him?" "I did, but you were reading the news paper." "Well, ask him to leave we're going to clean the house." So he says, "Oh, sir, I'd like to help." "No you're gonna leave." I then get pissed off and give my friend a bad look. He positions me to look at him and I pull out my beretta. He says "Wait I hear somebody coming up the stairs." And I'm looking on the door. He says "I think you better sit down in the chair." I say "I'm gonna count to four! 1!" He says "Mister wait!" "2! She says "please don't shoot!" "3!" He says "don't shoot me!" "4!" She screams, then a knock at the door. The gun in my hands. He opens the door, I can't believe it's a man.
