Trayvon was better than the best Ninja fighter, everyone later described, as he took his third and fourth hands and covered George’s nose and mouth. Good thing he was still able to blow those desperate cries for help out his rear end. Better yet that, as Trayvon held onto George’s arms with his fifth and sixth hands while grappling for the deadly gun with his seventh, super-duper ZZZimmerman was able to break his arms free from the gangsta’s vice-like grasp and pry the gun away in the nick of time, single-handedly taking precise aim and firing it directly into our enemy’s rapidly beating heart. POP!
Yes, God was on our mighty hero’s side that night because, Trayvon, who stood 5-feet taller and 300 lbs. heavier than the demure, yet pudgy George, ended up losing the war after knocking the man 40-feet south with one single blow. KAPOW! Through the air ZZZimmerman went, in the opposite direction, too, as the young teenage Trayvon, with one giant leap, landed viciously on top of his stunned target, like a lion lands on its prey.
<> Big Black Gangsta Boy, grabbed the gun from its holster<>
Strawman — GZ never said at anytime that Big Black Gangsta Boy grabbed the gun. He said he was reaching for it.
Sounds like the Trayvonistas are having nervous breakdowns over this. They better get back on their meds.
Wait until his social media and school records become public along with pictures of Gangsta Boi strutting his gangsta ways. Ohh yeah — they already are:
http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/03/26/2714778/thousands-expected-at-trayvon.html