Quaneesha: GOD-DAAAAAYAM, I's be outta colt fo-tay fiiiiiiiive, didchu draaaaank mah last fo-tay?!
John:
Oh, yeah I think I did. Sorry, I'
ll buy some more.
Quaneesha: AWWWWWW FUCKIN SONABEEEEAAAATCH! I wuz needin me sum of dat shizzzz,
cuz mah waaaah-eeeave be makin mah heeeead hurt!
John: OK geez, don't get all huffy puffy with me.
Quaneesha: Wha da heeeeeeeeeell?? Wha duz dat sheeeeeet
mean? YOU BE RACIST!
John: There you go, gettin all huffy puffy again.
Quaneesha: Fuck dis
shiz , go get me mah fo-tay, playa!