@slaughterhouse651: @JayStreetz 45-second TikTok AI finale. Vertical 9:16. Match the last shot of my clip. Same gray suit, glasses, locs, car, and neon theater at night. English dialogue, slow and clear. 0–9s — I lower my phone and turn. Two men step off the curb. One’s still wearing the blue wristband from my show. On speaker, Bone asks, “You still outside?” I set the phone on the hood. “Stay on the line.” 9–18s — The man with the wristband takes a swing. I duck. My glasses slide across the hood and land beside the phone. Cut low as all three of us stumble against the car. The alarm starts screaming. 18–29s — Wide shot. I fight my way free. One man lands sitting on the curb. The other winds up sprawled across the hood, inches from my phone. Bone’s voice comes through. “Man, whose car you tearing up?” I hit the key fob. Sudden silence. “Mine, Bone. Damn.” 29–38s — The men take off. A kid in the theater doorway holds out my glasses. “Mr. Slaughterhouse? Can I still get a picture?” I look down at my #aicast

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