It wuz an fine dayz wif tha sun hawt n stuff...
Hachiman wuz in class havin math n shitz, calculatin dem nombrez liek an skilled drug dealerz.
"Tha cube root of 27 gon be 3, mrs hiratsukoon. Shietz, talkin bout cubes made me suddenly cravin me sum ice cube classicz."
Tha hole clas laffed off hez wack azz joke.
Meanwowz, an pink lil shawty wuz sittin in an corny, gazin bout our MC wif a blushin cheek. Becuz she fanciez Hachiman.
"Dis nigga git sum brainz n gud sence of humore. I betcha he iz gud in bed too."
"Yo nigga don't ya fink i ain hear dat," an cracker-haired, rick ross-sized boi tek dem casual shadez at Yui.
"Yo stfu retard know ur place man ur liek an talentless vershun of Biggee Smorez."
"Yasssssssssssssssssssssssssssss muh quayn!"
Suddenly, her homegurlz cheered and giv her dem propz fo dat phat bernz.
"Stupid azz nigga zaimokunt, yo fat azz best be nawt touchin uz butiful blacc QUEENz before we throw handz n beat yo azz liek chriz bruwn layin dem beatz on rihana."
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Jus den, Hachiman approched Yui.
"Heyyyy I heard dat shitz shawty. Truf be told, I be feelumz da same wey bout chu mang shietz me wuz lustin after yo big azz booti fo ages man! Shietz man letz hang outz in muh cribz tonightz man! Man!"
And den tha greatest relashunship ever told wuz formed.
Shietz whatz mor to say? Dis be sum fine azz stori mang!
Epilog:
"It wuz jus an dream, I used to red porno magazine,
Now i'm on the condo makin bitchez scream."
-Zaimokunt AKA biggee smores wannabee