Amir: What the hell? They spelled my name wrong.A: What are you doing?
Jake: That's my name.
A: Oh. Okay.
J: Trying to hide from you.
A: That's weird. Yo, so...
J: Don't.
A: Yo, so, when it snows, my feet they bleed 'cause my shoes have holes and I can nay afford socks-o.
J: Why do you thinly veil these depressing anecdotes in raps? You're still saying it, you know? Don't. I can tell you're gonna to rap by the face you're making.
A: Sometimes, when it's super cold out and raining and stuff I order Chinese food and when it comes I don't tip the guy. I just take the food and kick him in the chest. When he lands on the floor I just lock him out. I don't pay for the food or pay for the tip. I make him regret stuff like his life, his job, and shiat-like that-su.
J: Oh, yo, it's like everything you say is still a thing and it holds weight and it's inappropriate for the workplace. Unh, or anywhere, really, you should, unh yo, never be kicking anyone in the chest.
A: I spent last week in a hospital. What I thought was Flinstone's vitamins was actually birth control and I shouldn't have drank the whole botty-bottle, but I did. I got--
J: I don't think birth control comes in a bottle.
A: Oh sheesh ya'll, 'twas a dream.
J: Was it really?
A: Nay, it actually happened and it cost me a lot of grief and money.
J: Are you okay?
A: Just a little queasy, I should take it easy.
J: Stop. Do you need to go home?
A: Yeah, probably. I don't know, I still feel a little poisoned, you know?
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