(The next day. Jock and DJ are in Cat Cleaners.)
Jock: Do you think Lucy's ever coming back? She seemed pretty mad, and her shift has started and she's not here...
DJ: Man, forget about Lucy! If we don't raise two hundred grand in six days, Roger Blackman will own Cat Cleaners!
Jock: Hey, where's Uncle Mac?
(DJ slaps Jock. Hard. Studio audience laugh.)
DJ: Stop getting distracted, man! We need money! AND HOW!
Jock: You're right, you're right. Maybe we could rob a bank?
DJ: Yo, that's whack!
Jock: I know, I know. I'm getting desperate!
Voice: HOMIE, YOU KNOW NUTHIN' ABOUT DESPERATE!
(Jock and DJ SPIN ROUND. A STEREOTYPICAL BLACK GANGERS is standing there. Studio audience gasp.)
DJ: Oh no!
Gangster: What's up, BRUV?
Jock: Is he using that idiomatically or is he your brother?
Gangster: Don't be using no BIGASS white people BOOK WORDS with me, homie!
DJ: This is my brother, X-Vid.
Jock: Ooooh, like the file format!
X: Man, you on CRACK, cracka! Just call me X. Like my man Malcolm, you feel me?
DJ: What are you doing here, bro?
X: Man, can't a nigga drop into his brother's place of work? Man, this is a NICEASS PLACE. It's all FANCY AND SHIT. Man, you doin' pretty well for yourself. Almost like you a SELLOUT.
DJ: Hey, I ain't no sellout!
X: You sure, brah? You SURE you ain't forgetten your roots?
DJ: I ain't forgotten!
X: Man, yo ass betta PROVE IT, DAWG! I need some HARD CASH, MAN.
DJ: What for?
X: Man, I ain't tellin' you SQUAT in case you NARC, like your WHITE FRIEND HERE would.
DJ: We need two hundred thousand dollars ourselves, I can't give you money!
X: Man, you really have changed! I got some HEAVY DUTY MENS after my ass!
Jock: Maybe if you worked here you could help us and we could help you...
X: Man, get off my DICK, man! I ain't workin' nowhere! That's for SUCKAS! You betta give me my money, DJ! You owe me! I'll give you...SIX DAYS!
(He storms out.)
Jock: Man! I knew you came from a rought background, but I had no idea it was that bad! You really did well for yourself, not ending up like him!
DJ: How did you know I came from a rough background?
Jock: Well...you're black.
(Studio audience "ooooooh!")
DJ: I came from a nice family! I don't know what's happened to X! Last I knew, he was studying to be an actor!
Jock: Well, he's on drugs or rap music or something now!
(Uncle Mac walks by with his axe.)
Jock: No, Uncle Mac, I told you, DJ isn't gay, don't kill him!
Uncle Mac: I'm not going to kill him, Jock.
Jock: That's a relief! Who are you going to kill?
Uncle Mac: Roger Blackman. I'm finally going to be a man again, Jock. Like I used to be. I'm gonig to chop his fucking head off. I'll solve all our problems in one killing blow.
Jock: That's...great! He won't be able to buy Cat Cleaners if he's dead! Kill him good!
(Studio Audience cheer as Uncle Mac walks out.)
DJ: ...are you fucking retarded? No wonder Lucy left!
(Studio audience cheer.)
TO BE CONTINUED