Croatch (CR): You wanna grab something to drink?
Chica(CH): Yeah, sure, how bout a diet Coke?!
CR: In a plastic bottle, thats so fake, epic thirst disguised as a need to be around plastic fakery, brutal fake, have fun being fake, Fake-ums Mc Fakey pants!
CH: Take me home!
CR: Why, so you can skip a work out and do drugs?
CH: Take me home now!
CR: I wanna touch your double Ds.
CH: Never creep!
CR: Well then they are fake, like you, epic hairline, brutal gyno, fat bloated earlobes.....one little touch!
CH: Take me to Wigg's house, I knew him in the 4th grade.
AND SCENE (It may suck, but so does repetition)