Home...
Swift: Rebel~. You animal!
Rebel: *purrs sexually*
Doorbell rings
Swift: I'll get it. *walks to the door, opens door*.
Caesar: Momma...I wanna drop out...
Swift: What's wrong baby? *nuzzles head, kisses forehead*.
Caesar: I was in detention.
Rebel: I know! And I should've whooped yo ass fo that!
Swift: But I wouldn't let him hurt my *nuzzles Caesar, talks in baby voice* precious baby boy!
Caesar: Mom please stop.
Anthony: *walks into household, waves* Hey fam!
Rebel: Don't you got anywhere else to be?
Anthony: What? *looks at Caesar with serious look* I thought yo daddy spoke English—
Swift and Caesar: AnTHoNy! That's FuCkInG RacIST!!!
Anthony: HOW?! IT'S A JOKE!
Rebel: Racist ass motherfucka.
Anthony: I'm not a racist! If I were a racist, I wouldn't even be dating yo son folk!
Swift: Damn...
Caesar: Well I mean, he has a point...
Rebel: Yeah.
The doorbell rings and it scares the actual fuck out of Swift.
Caesar: I got it momma.
Swift: I ain't not damn girl.
Caesar: *opens door, gasps* Oh my god! It's PeeBee!
PB: Here what's up my bitches!
Swift: Hey gurrl!
PB: Heeeyyy!
Rebel: BYYYYYEEE!
Swift: Don't be a party pooper honey!
Caesar: *hugs her* It's good to see you.
Anthony: What's up beeeeitch!
Everyone else: *gasps dramatically*
PB: *scoffs* How dare you! *sniffs* That is offensive!
Caesar: How dare you hurt my girlfri—, I mean my best friend's feelings?
Anthony: Why is everything I say offensive?
Rebel: Probably because you're white but ya try to act black.
PB: Fo real!
Anthony: Ooooo! That's nasty...*sniffs* y'all so mean to me!
Swift: Why is he your fiancé again?
Caesar: I have no clue.
To be continued...
