Judgement Day.
Victory for freedom lovers everywhere, Zimmerman is acquitted of all counts and the judge and district attorney apologize for bringing the case against him.
Zimmerman steps outside onto the steps of the courthouse, breathing in the sweet air of victory, it feels good and he smiles the smile of the just.
A crowd of *redacted* see him and begin to howl and scream. Police officers try to hold them back, but there are too many.
"You gonna die today, cracka ass cracka!"
"Weze gunna get our own juice-tice today, cracka!"
O'Mara narrows his eyes at the crowd, "you hear that, West?"
"Sure do", replies his partner, as he enjoys his daily ice cream cone.
Zimmerman nods solemnly, and suddenly grabs the collar of his suit, tearing it away along with the layers of foam underneath. He's been wearing a fat suit for the past six months! He is ripped due to all the lifting he has done, 2% bodyfat and the pecs of The Rock. Zimmerman is decked out in military grade body armor and has weapons and grenades all over his body, like Solid Snake.
"Time to clean out the trash!" he yells out, before cocking his M16 fully automated rifle, extending the barrel shroud and attaching a bayonet and laser scope. He begins firing precisely in a controlled arc, mowing down the crowd of sociopaths, rapists, thugs, and drug dealers.
"Don't shoot!", yells O'Mara to the police. "He is defending himself!"
"No", says an officer, removing his helmet revealing himself to be Detective Serino. "He is defending us all."