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Scene Chosen: Scene 1 (Minero’s Road Rage)
Minero, self-proclaimed road emperor, speeds his Cadillac like it’s a chariot of gods. At a sharp turn, he slams into a beat-up sedan, scraping its side. Both drivers blew it, Minero’s reckless speed, the sedan’s last-second swerve.
Quasi-Delict kicks in: shared negligence, but Minero thinks he’s above it all.
Minero struts out, gold chain swinging, barking, “Talk back and you’re dead!” His Cadillac’s dented grille only fuels his fury. The sedan driver, a nervous mechanic, stammers an apology, but Minero sneers, “Bow to your king!”
Crowds gather, phones up, as Minero lords over the scene. “This road bends to me!” he boasts, ignoring his own fault. The mechanic, fed up, snaps, “Your speed caused this, big shot!” Minero laughs, but the crowd’s whispers sting his pride.
Minero’s arrogance is every power-drunk leader, trampling the little guy. The mechanic’s defiance? That’s the people pushing back. Their wreck proves shared blame—rage and ego don’t fix dents, but Minero’s too blind to see it. He’s the dictator of a one-car kingdom.
Sirens blare, and cops roll up. Minero’s bravado crumbles as they grill him. “Speeding, huh?” they say, handing him a ticket. The mechanic gets a warning too, but Minero’s forced to admit his fault. Humbled, he slinks back to his Cadillac, ego in tatters.
Lesson: Cops don’t bow to kings; arrogance crashes, humility drives on.
Minero with a ticket, head down: “Cops: The Real Road Kings.”
#PoliticalSunday11 #EarnMillix
Scene Chosen: Scene 1 (Minero’s Road Rage)
Minero, self-proclaimed road emperor, speeds his Cadillac like it’s a chariot of gods. At a sharp turn, he slams into a beat-up sedan, scraping its side. Both drivers blew it, Minero’s reckless speed, the sedan’s last-second swerve.
Quasi-Delict kicks in: shared negligence, but Minero thinks he’s above it all.
Minero struts out, gold chain swinging, barking, “Talk back and you’re dead!” His Cadillac’s dented grille only fuels his fury. The sedan driver, a nervous mechanic, stammers an apology, but Minero sneers, “Bow to your king!”
Crowds gather, phones up, as Minero lords over the scene. “This road bends to me!” he boasts, ignoring his own fault. The mechanic, fed up, snaps, “Your speed caused this, big shot!” Minero laughs, but the crowd’s whispers sting his pride.
Minero’s arrogance is every power-drunk leader, trampling the little guy. The mechanic’s defiance? That’s the people pushing back. Their wreck proves shared blame—rage and ego don’t fix dents, but Minero’s too blind to see it. He’s the dictator of a one-car kingdom.
Sirens blare, and cops roll up. Minero’s bravado crumbles as they grill him. “Speeding, huh?” they say, handing him a ticket. The mechanic gets a warning too, but Minero’s forced to admit his fault. Humbled, he slinks back to his Cadillac, ego in tatters.
Lesson: Cops don’t bow to kings; arrogance crashes, humility drives on.
Minero with a ticket, head down: “Cops: The Real Road Kings.”
#PoliticalSunday11 #EarnMillix
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