"Give Pierce some love man."

  The man walked over to the other, standing directly in front of him before saying in a low calm voice.”…As the once famous Buddha said…’Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.’.”

"And as an old homie from my hood once said: 'Fuck tha' shit! Where's my cake?'"

"Wait, you mean that accent's for real? I always thought you were messin' with us or somethin'."

"Nope."

"One more reason to party with the homies man!"

 【—Σ—】 I really want to watch some Nyteblade…

"Ya watch that crap for real? Yo man, that shit's gonna fry your brain."

            “Way to disappoint your audience there, Pierce,” he snorts. "Shit, let’s hope you don’t ever have to sing that live for anyone else. What kinda musician forgets his songs, dude?"

Fuck, one way or another he would know about it, it's already out on the stores. "Uh, Boss, ya know we're like brothers, right?"

"You need a girl, or a man, if that's your thing."

Yeah, there’s something wrong with this guy.

"Oh...uh...I forgot the rest."

             ”Depends. You gonna sing it live just for me? And am I gonna get a signed CD of it?”

"Ahem....♫OOOOOoooOOOooOOOOOOH....OOOHooooh....OOOOOHOOOOOHOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOO....yeaaaaah....Gaaaaangsta loooove......--" Bad beatbox "♫ Yo yo, gangsta love, I know you wanna, I know you wanna, yeah I know you wanna, my Gangsta love...--" There still time you can run away!