L and B are fighting...again...shocker.
B: "Boy I finna crack you right in the skull."
Mr. A: "That's enough...you go through this everyday, how do you not get sick of it?"
L: "Don't worry Mr. A, that light skin boy ain't gonna do nothin after I drop him off a three story building...Mr. A, it's my birthday next week, you have to get me something...I like extra credit."
Mr. A: "Right now...really?"