Franklyn: Are you playing Shop Boyz!?
Michael: (playing Imma Ball/Shop Boy, loudly on the radio) Shut up, their good okay!
Audience laughs.
It's true.. They actually are. I love them all over again.. Too bad they probably died out (not literary of coarse).
Suddenly a car full of mafia members purposely crashed into Michael's toe truck.
Michael: Hey! Watch were your goin- (starts getting shot at). SHIIT!
Frankyln: Shit man! We're screwed!
Michael: It's okay.. The Shop Boyz CD is still playing so at least were have good background music.
Audience laughs.
Frankln: What are you talking abou-
Michael: (already out of the car), (takes out a pistol, and starts opening fire as the Imma Ball song plays in the background).
Franklyn: (soon joins in, also with a pistol).
Within a few moments the battle was already over.
Franklyn: (sees one still alive, and points his pistol at him) You! Tell us why you attack us!
Surviver: Alright.. We were sent b-.. (gets shot in the head, dead).
Michael: Sorry.. I thought the safety was on.
Audience laughs.
Franklyn: But he was about t-
Michael: Whatever man. Let's just to get the house. (puts his pistol in the holder)