Clef: yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah I need four chicken wings fried hard and shit!
Chang-wei: Wait a minute....what's this?
Pras: Yo, I'm not trippin
Chang-wei: Hold on, what's this? *popping sound* The two of you? At Once? Ok then, you want beef?
Pras: No No! We want beef to eat! We ain't got no beef!
Clef: I want four chicken wings fried hard nigga what the fuck you talking about?!
Chang-wei: Fine! I'll kick your monkey asses my fucking self!
*jumping and kicking sounds*
Pras: Yo, yo man what you coming over the counter for?
Chang-wei: You think I open a restuarant in the middle of the hood and don't know what is going on? I'll fucking represent!
Clef: I'll fuck you the fuck up!
Chang-wei: I will avenge my brothers by representing and whipping your ass, word is bond!
Clef: This ain't channel 5 nigga, somebody gonna die up in here!
Chang-wei: Okay then, I must show you flying fist of Judah!
Pras: You ain't gonna show me shit! I'mma show you these nuts in yo muthafucking mouth...
Chang-wei: That's right, you AND you....
Clef: Straight from Mortal Kombat....
Chang-wei: You're just talking, obviously the two of you are just bitch ass niggas....
Pras: Nigga well let's do something then! You talking this ole bullshit....
Clef: So what's up? What's up punk ass?
Chang-wei: Okay....alright then....this is a chinese restuarant, but like Burger King have it your way!