4 G's in the House
[THIS IS A BAKERY. CORRECT?]
[ONE OF THE CADETS WHO RECENTLY JOINED MY PRECINCT GOT THE IDEA TO EAT MY RESERVED APPLE FRITTER BEFORE I GOT THE CHANCE TO. I HAD MY HAZELNUT COFFEE READY AND EVERYTHING]
[THIS LEADS ME TO MY QUESTION. DO YOU HAVE ANY APPLE FRITTERS BAKED AT THE MOMENT? ONE WILL BE PERFECT]
Dawg, what the shit you talkin' through? You some kinda robot or somethin'? Last time I checked, robots can't eat apple fritters. But you gots some brains in that metal heada yours comin' here. You want apple fritters, 'cause we got the best damn apple fritters this sidea the city, G!
...They're in the oven now though. If ya want one, then ya gotta wait like five more minutes. Ya read me?
















