Hollaback: -still looking for Greed. Enters strip bar, and walks up to bouncer.- Hey I'm looking for a guy, brown hair, black shades, about this high, horrible fashion sense and he is noramly surrounded by girls.
Bouncer: Does this guy have sharp teeth?
Hollaback: Yes, like a saber.
Bouncer: Yeah, I saw him. But if you want to know where, you'll have to do something…
Hollaback: -kicks him in the love below-
Bouncer: Not like that! –has wind knocked out of him- I mean your going to have to pay.
Hollaback Oh. –kicks him again-
Bouncer: What was that for?
Hollaback: I dunno, I wanted to do it again. Anyways, how much?
Bouncer: 100 Pounds.
Hollaback:What the hell is with all this Brit shit?
Bouncer: England is so in. You really need to read Teen Magazine sometime.
Hollaback: I'm sure you do. Anyways here…-hand him the money-
Bouncer: Thanks. Okay, he went that way.
Hollaback: -runs off-