John: Spy up in tha kitchen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
Yo ass try ta git a gander all up in tha kitchen window yo, but you can't peep a whole lot son! It seems yo' daddy has been bustin so much baking, tha glass has steamed up.
Dogg he is so weird. Y'all KNOW dat shit, fucka!
But you can peep whatz on tha table just beside tha window. Well shiiiit, it be lookin like tha mail is there biaaatch! Included among it aint nuthin but a red package, some bills, yo' dadz PDA, n' a envelope dat appears ta be suspiciously labeled wit tha Sburb logo. Could it be??, biatch?
Unfortunately, tha window is locked.
> John: Go back tha fuck into tha kitchen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.