Anthony: nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger-
Blackout: I wish someone who was racist against white people was here. *rolls eyes*
Anthony: BRUH WHY YOU SO RACIST?!?!?!?!
Caesar: OOH! BOY I KNOW YOU AINT TALKIN!
Anthony: I am talking. Don't you see my mouth moving? Also, you need to work on your grammar. Some of us don't speak black.
Rebel: *groans* I hate you Anthony...
Anthony: I know! *smiles*
Swift: The baby started kicking.
Caesar: ooh! Can I feel, ma?
Swift: Of course, sweetie!
Anthony: May I?
Swift: Fuck no! My child might catch the stupid!
Anthony: Yeah, your right. I always knew your husband wasn't all that smart.
Rebel: NOT ME YOU DUMB ASS! YOU!
Anthony: *thinks about it, gasps* Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Duff: You's a fucking retard.
Anthony: So is your son, but I ain't complaining.
Duff: WHAT YOU SAY NIGGA?!?!
Anthony: I said, "your. Son. Is. A. Re-tard." Sorry y'all. I had to speak in language only Duff understands.
Duff: IMMA BEAT YO ASS ANTHONY!
Jamiroquai: Beat dat ass, ma!
Caesar: It's been a while since anyone actually fought.
PB: It's only because I just now decided to make them fight.
Swift: You should do that more often.
PB: I can't.
Rebel: Why? *rubs my nipples* You scared?
PB: No! *makes disgusted face* AND STOP RUBBIN YO NIPPLES!
Rebel: Make me, Hillary.
Everyone but Anthony: *gasps*
Anthony: SHE AINT HILLARY! HILLARY WHITE! NOT BLACK!
PB: SHUT THE FUCK UP ANTHONY!
Anthony: Make me bitch!
Caesar: ANTHONY!!
Anthony: *whimpers* Yes....?
Caesar: Go be gay somewhere else!
Anthony: *sad baby voice* Okay... *walks out of room*
Blackout: Guys, I've made a decision...
Swift: What is it?
Blackout: I'm racist towards white people now...
PB: WHAT?!!?!?
Rebel: Why?
Everyone but Anthony: Anthony...
Anthony: *walks back in living room* Yes?
Caesar: NO BODY WAS CALLIN YOU! DAMN!
Anthony: *smacks teeth* That's why you ugly...
Caesar: WHAT!!?!??!
PB: Why do I write these?
Swift: I have no idea, but they funny as hell!
Rebel: Hell yeah!
To be continued...
