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!