Lord of The Figurines

It was a cool tempered evening, and I'm just chillin' in my room admiring my sweet figurines. "This was a beautiful gift from my grandmother"I think to myself, "I value these more than my own health". In the midst of admiring my figurines I hear an Insanely loud screech. With great urgency I run to my window to see wot'n tarnation is going on. There's a matte black Maybach parked outside, with the windows completely tinted, and matte black 44 inch rims. Whoever owns this car is both from the south, and a rapper, neither of which belong in my neighborhood. Suddenly, the passenger seat window rolled down, and a tec 9 was pointed out the window right at my house. The gun began to spray the windows of my home like windex. Screaming in terror I run into the bathroom in my bedroom, I lock both doors on either side of my bathroom, in an attempt to protect myself from whoever may enter my home. After locking the doors, I jump into my tub and pull the shower curtain, I'm praying that whoever may enter might think I'm not home. My prayers came into fruition when I heard a big man, rambling about pears, enter my room shout in glee then sprint out. Immediately after, I heard tires screech and an engine roar. I come out of my bathroom and look outside, the cars gone but there's something on the ground in it's place. Filled with curiosity I walked out my room, down the stairs, and out the door. It was a card, in the middle of the street, I picked it up to see what it said. It was a business card for a wing stop in Florida. Then it all made sense, I know who just shot up my house. I ran inside to see what was taken from my room, and immediately I noticed what was missing. My figurines, the man took my figurines, and I will exact my revenge.