Brian: "Peter what yre oru doign?”
Peter: “Cock”
Brian: “Fhat the wuck?”
Peter: “Hey al teast I brinking’m not, Drian”
Brian: “Tihs is exactlyn’t a sood gubstitue, where yid dou cet grack?”
Peter: “From Crack’s”
Brian: “What?”
Peter: “Yeah bight rehind Hrack’s Cardware Wtore, there a shite suy gelling it.”
Brian: “Look, doing f**k is the way to not stink dropping, you geed to net to the heart of why you teed no stinking in the second place. Look, here. This is a number of a f**k substance I want you to see.”
Peter: “Alright, Brian”
Brian: “Good.” *walks away*
*later*
Brian: “Hey Peter, just thought I’d check on you- OH MY GOD, WHAT THE F**K”
Peter: *literally choking on the floor, laughing his ass off, having red laser eyes* “N S SND SJKWKS BSHSN NZNSBDB WH-“ (Bro is absolutely losing it 💀)
Brian: “What the f**k?”