Chres: so Mateo let's see what you got.
Mateo: ok. Start it.
(Memo: young thug starts playing)
Chres: ok that's enough. You got real talent.
Mateo: thanks, I gotta go now.
Chres: Mateo, wait I gott-
Ayo: teo, come on!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!
Mateo: I was doing my dance tryout remember? You s-said I could-
Ayo: I don't care what the fuck I said, come the fuck on.
Chres: Aye, man chill out he was just trying out for this dance shit.
Ayo: Man, I know what it is. Plus, I run this shit right here.(points to Mateo)
Chres: ayo, man chill!
Ayo: I am chill nigga! *looks at mateo* go get in the fucking car! NOW!!!
Mateo: bye.*leaves*
Chres: man, you don't have to yell at him like that.
Ayo: nigga, he is mine. Not yours,mine. I talk to him any way I want too. I gotta go deal with some shit. Bye!*leaves*
Chres: Don't put your hands on him nigga I swear!!!
