[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.