*Store door opens*

Indian: Heey, what's happening my friend, hey! How you doing?

Waah: What's up, man?

Indian: Uuuh, I can't call it, as you people say, I can't call it!

Waah: *chuckles* Yo, yo where my shit at, man?

Indian: Uuh...

Waah: What you got?

Indian: Drag-On! Drag-On's blazing hot right now, I got the- Drag-On-

Waah: I got Drag-On's shit, that's blazin', that Ruff Ryder shit's blazin'

Indian: What, what do you want?

Waah: This is Thanksgiving nigga, man, yo, the fucking Lox shit! You know what the fuck, I gave you my money!

Indian: Well I... I don't have your L.O.X. right now, I will have it next week!

Waah: Fuck you mean you ain't got my L.O.X. nigga? Nigga what the fuck you talkin' about?

Indian: I will have it next week!

Waah: You have the fuckin' L.O.X. CD right there, nigga, I want that joint! Right now!

Indian: Oh, that CD is not for you, it's for her!

Waah: Man give me this fuckin' CD, man! Fuck outta here!

Girl: That's my fuckin' CD! I paid for my shit!

*Fight starts*

Waah: Bitch get the f-

Girl: Who the fuck are you callin' a-

*Girl gets smack and shrieks, two gunshots pop off and a body falls*

Waah: Fuck you!