[hip-hop music]

[music stops]

- YOU READY, HOMIE?- HELLS YEAH.

- LET'S TAKETHESE [bleep]ERS OUT.

- HOLD UP.

NAH...

- WHAT?

- WE GOTTAGO BACK HOME, MAN.

- WHY?

- I POOPED MY PANTS.

- WHAT?- JUST NOW.

I JUST POOPED MY PANTS.

- YOU--YOU GOT DIARRHEA?

- HELL NO, MAN,I AIN'T GAY.

WE GOTTA GO HOME RIGHT NOW,MAN, LET ME CHANGE MY DRAWERS.

- MAN, THE DUDES WE TRYINGTO SMOKE IS RIGHT THERE.

- MAN, HOW YOU WANT METO SMOKE SOMEBODY

WHEN I GOT POOPIN MY PANTS?

- ARE YOU SUREYOU POOPED 'EM?

- AM I SURE? [bleep], AM I SURE?- YEAH.

- YES.

THAT IS POOP IN MY PANTS.

- THAT'S NASTY, MAN.- IT'S NATURAL, MAN.

- FOR A THREE YEAR OLD.NOT FOR A HARDCORE GANGSTA.

- SEE, IF YOU WEREMY REAL FRIEND, THOUGH,

YOU WOULDN'T MAKESUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT.

- WOULDN'T MAKESUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT?

[bleep], YOU A GROWN-ASS MANWHO JUST [bleep] IN HIS DRAWERS.

- OH, SNAP.

- NO, YOU DIDN'T.

[bleep], YOU JUST [bleep]YOUR PANTS AGAIN.

- DON'T JUDGE.

- YOU NEED TO GET OUTTA MY CARAND GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

- OKAY, I SEE HOW IT IS.

SEE, I WOULDN'T DO THATTO YOU, THOUGH.

- [bleep], YOU NEVER WOULDHAVE TO DO THAT TO ME,

BECAUSE UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCESWOULD I EVER [bleep] MY PANTS.

[cocks gun]

UH--[gasps]

I'M SORRY I JUDGED YOU.

- APOLOGY ACCEPTED.