Sean: (raises eyebrow) Yeah?
Viggo: (waves hand, Jerry Springer style) Yo' bootay, it be, like, SO fine. It's all that. You gots it goin' ONNNN!
Sean: (rolls eyes) Whatever.
Viggo: (proudly) Hey, I gots to represent tha
rugbytackle peeps. Theys be down wit' it, yo? Those fly sistahs send full props to yo' sweet candy ass.Sean: (perks up) Huh? Rugby-tackling?
Viggo: Yeah! They real, man. (laughs) Real wack posse, that is!
Sean: (furrows brow) Um... okay. Sure.
Viggo: (brightly) So, like, check it out -- let's book. Go back to my crib an' chill, yeah?
Sean: (confused) Eh?
Viggo: (waves) Y'know, kickin' it back, an' all dat.
Sean: (perplexed) You want to kick me?
Viggo: (laughs) No, man! I wanna be freakin' your jock -- like, SO bad, G! Sex you up, bitch.
Sean: (raises eyebrow) Huh?
Viggo: (points) Wanna be up in yo' ASS, man! Cuz it be supah-dope! Boo-yah!
Sean: (thoroughly confused) ...
Viggo: (gesticulates wildly) It def! It fly! It gots tha hardcore flavah!
Sean: (hopelessly lost) ...
Viggo: (incredulous) C'mon, homes, it be supah-BAD! Straight-up flat!
Sean: (grabs Vig's arm) WHAT?
Viggo: (whines) Ow, yo! We's be illin' cuz o' yo' Kung Fu grip...
Sean: (menacingly) What's all that you said about my arse?
Viggo: (meekly) Um. I said it was nice.
Sean: (lets go of Vig's arm) Finally, words I can understand. Thank you.
Viggo: (rubs arm, waves awkwardly) Respect, yo. Peace out.