*how it would have went if i was there*
sam:

me: have a seat playboy.

sam: pleeb pleeb!

me: when you get inside never beg

sam:

me: begging flares up passion.

sam: hand to allah i never do again.

me: the bean pie and bowtie mob wont save you.

sam: mob?

me: youre a kid diddler....they throw those to the goons.

sam: what is goon?

me: booty goons......they are gonna mute yo farts for show.

sam: *slaps face repeated*

me: you like shyt slapping against your face.....you learning.

sam: *fake passes out*

me: lets see how that work when they jabbin yo gizzards.

sam: kill me!!!!

me: i'm gonna call your wife.

sam: noooooo pleeeeeb pleeeeb.

me: sam youre gonna be pumping back soon.

sam:

me: youre not gonna have any interest in her.

sam: pleeeeeeeeb!