Jason: bru..it doesn't take a single look to see yooz a mega simp for my vessi's and prada. Get you pasty chicken bone google chrome flinstone ass outa here....
Jason: JACK! CHECK THIS LOOSER OUT!
Jack: * walks in* Jason what the f**k are you talking abo-......Jason..
Jason: Yeah my bussin' bussin' broseph?
Jack: are you flexing on people again?
Jason: Yes!
Jack: WE ARE AT A PLACE FOR POOR PEOPLE YOU DUMBASS *SMACK!*
Jack: Pardon my friend, he is partially retarded..
Jason: BRUH, NO IM NOT! I AM JUST BETTER THAN THIS SUPER VIRGIN! ..wait..OH SHIT! JACK PLEAse N- * get's thrown off into the distance*
Jack:...ok! Cool!
Jason: *was still flying from when jack threw him and lands in front of them* Uuuugh
Jack: well he is here now...anyways..who are you?
Jason: not mean, just truthful my home g. That pasty boi was gay as hell with how poor he was! (says jason, the rich white kid who thinks he is from the hood)
Jason: I don't care wat you think, as long as I have My bussin' gucci flip flops and have my golden dababy record! I Will be fine
Jack: * knocks jason over, grabs his gucci flipflops and throws them into the sun* GO GET THEM THEN! BITCH!
Jason: bro I don't know man! IT IS STICKY! * enters a weird conversation with bambi*
Jack: *pops back into reality with carne asada tacos, topped with the corn. I bambi looks at me and points at jason's sweats and I hand him the tacos* take care of those for a second *shoots jason's kneecaps*