Akmed: sup Mohammed
? Wow, this market is really packed, eh? Check out
Abdul with his big, fancy chicken
stand over there. Oh, look at me; I'm Abdul and I think I'm so important with my magical chicken
stand. I provide protein for people and think I'm the hottest shit in town.
: Ha ha. So true, so true. And what's with the ridiculous hat? Like, is the guy too cool to wear a turban? He thinks he's so Western with his flashy ball cap...it says "New York
Mets" on it. What the fuck
Akmed: I KNOW! Have you ever seen his wife? She doesn't even wear a Burka - like HELLO? Um...I wonder if she's going to hell.
: Maybe she's a New York
Met. Maybe that's what the hat means. Like, yeah...I'm Kuljeet and I'm Abdul's wife and I want to be New York
Met - I'm so cool. Or maybe it means that she is not a virgin? Who knows. They are freaking
Akmed: oh,oh -watch! He's killing the chicken
. JUST DO IT ALREADY
! Oh shit
, do you think he heard me? Ha ha...duck! Ok, he didn't see us. I hate that about him. He always has to toss the chicken
up in the air and then cut it's head off with -
Akmed: What happened?
: Run! Suicide bomber
Akmed: No, wait - what is that all over...?
: Sick. Dude. There's shit everywhere. Must've been one of those suicide
shitters. That is nasty.
Akmed: Yeah, like seriously. Hold it together for just another second, man. I hate those guys that are all scared and crap there pants right before. So lame.
: I know. Ha ha - look! Abdul's stand has shit all over it. YEAH BITCH! Try and sell those chickens now, motherfucker! What a loser.
Akmed: Let's go take a shower.