"Are we really doing this again?"
"Tango."
"Come on, Steve, really?"
"I'm serious here, Tango. Two hundred dollars."
"Aren't you getting tired of me taking your money? I have probably a years worth of it."
"So? It's for a good cause."
"Making me do this is a good cause? You just like making me bend over."
"Of coures I do, but that's because I'm too old to do it."
"Too old? Dude, you're only ten years older than me."
"Which is too old. Now, Tango."
"What, Steve?"
"Stop procastinating, and get in there."
"You suck. Do I get my money now or after?"
"After, of course, Now -go-"
"-groans-"
"-snickers-"
"Am I far enough in?"
"No, Tango, farther."
"Now?"
"Deeper, Tango, wait till I tell you to stop."
"Come on, dude, I can't keep going in here, there's like... things in here."
"Things?"
"Things, Steve."
"Just a little farther. Yes, right there. -snickers- Alright, you can get out now."
"Oh.. Oh thank god, that was nasty."
"It was just a porch, Tango. You just had to climb under it. Was it really that nasty?'
"Yes."
"Well, suck it up. Here's your money."