RMP = Random Male Player
[gunfire as game ends]
RMP1: Oh shit.
Me: Good game.
RMP1: Ooooooooh shit- yo Jenny, you sexy? You got- you got it going on? Yo, you- you got it going on?
RMP2: Tell her how much you love her. Write her a poem.
RMP1: I don’t know how much I love her, she hasn’t said anything to me. Jenny, you got it going on?
RMP2: You have to woo her.
RMP1: I’m tryin’, nigga! I’m tryin’! But she won’t talk to me.
RMP2: [unintelligible]… no game!
RMP1: I ain’t got no game. I’ll tell you straight up I ain’t got no game. Goddamnit, I’m just tryin’ to find out if you sexy!
RMP1: Tell her she has a nice shoe collection. Females love that.
RMP3: Depends on what you think is sexy. Maybe she’s like, 400 pounds sexy.
RMP2: There’s more pushin’…
RMP3: Maybe she’s eatin’ a big momma hot pickle right now sexy.