BOB: Hey mate!
DANIEL: Hey how're you doing? Ummm... What's that?
BOB: What's what?
DANIEL: You have a black line painted under your shirt...It looks like...
BOB: Oh that! I have been designing my new butt.
DANIEL: What do you mean?
BOB: I'm tired of my saggy plain bottom, I want it to look like Nicki Minaj's! I want big soft glutes. Now it look's like my butt ends on my feet...
DANIEL: Oh mu God man, are you serious? You don't need that!
BOB: You are jealous because I can afford a new bottom and you can't, aren't you?
DANIEL: You are paying for a sociable butt. Society loves Nicki Minaj and you want it to love you as well.
BOB: Just think of all the girls I'll be getting. My surgeon says that I'll look a lot sexier.
DANIEL: Bob, do you really want this?
BOB: You're a killjoy Dan! I could easily end up in a Katy Perry's music video.
DANIEL: A big butt won't make you successful. This is ridiculous, you are perfect!
BOB: You say that because yours is kickass!
DANIEL: Who do you trust most, me or a surgeon that just wants your money?
BOB: I trust someone that can give me a nce body. Bye Daniel, I didn't expect this from you. You're plain jealous!
DANIEL: Hey! You forget something. Wait, what's this?
BOB: Oh mu God, butt designs! What? You want to copy me now?
DANIEL: Whatever. Take care, Bob. See you.
BOB: I don't think so.
*Bob leves with a dive movement*
