"Yo, check dis, a'ite? We gon' print mo' dis hea papah cash right?"
"Okay."
"Den, we gon' take dis shit to da fuckin' Office Depot, feel me?"
"Word."
"Okay, so den we jus' buy us som MO' papah and ink, word?"
"Yo."
"Den, what we do, is we jus' print mo' money dawg."
"I'm sorry good sir, you've completely lost me. At what point do we allocate these funds to appropriate some actual currecny with which to buy our overly-sized shirts, untied basketball shoes and miscallaneous other attire with which to freighten the elderly residents of our neighborhood?"
"What the fuck you jus' say dawg?"
"Uh, that is... yo when we gon' get PAID mah nyukuh? We GOTS to get us sum o' dem phat kicks an' keep ou'selves pimp lookin', so how we gon' do dat shiat?"
"Well shit son, why didn't you say dat in da FURST place?! Y'see, what we gon' do is we keep buyin' mo' ink and papah' 'till we gots us some PHAT papah' stacks, dig?"
"Yeah son, but when we gon' get some real money?"
"..."
"You don't know, do you Cletus?"
"Shut up."
"I think I'll go play GTA now."
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