Jake: (On his phone) Hey, what's up dude? You here? Nice. Alright, I'll come right down. See ya. (Hangs up) Amir: What the hell are you doing, man? Jake: I'm just going to pick up my friend from high school, give him a little tour. Amir: Ha ha yeah. You don't see me hanging out with like friends high school giving tours for fun. Right? Jake: You don't have any friends. Amir: Don't need friends, I have you. You bring your friend up here, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him. That's a guarantee, alright? Jake: Just try to be polite, please? We're not gonna be here long, alright. Amir: Yeah, I'll be polite. I'll be polite when I kick his ass OUTTA here! He's done dude! Jake: (Walking away) Chill out! (Amir gets up and practices fighting) Amir: You're welcome Jake. Whatever. (Jake returns with his friend; Amir is facing the window airboxing, so Jake taps him on the shoulder to get his attention) Jake: Amir. Amir: What's up man? Jake: This is my friend Josh. Amir: Yeah, what's up bro... Josh: Hey, nice to meet you. Amir: Yeah, for sho. Uh... this guy's fly. This guy's definitely fly. What are you guys doing tonight? All-around shorties? I know a phat party. We can go right now. Josh: What's up with your friend, Jake? Amir: (Doing the wave with Josh's arm) Woo! Jake: Everything. I don't know where to start, I guess. Amir: I like this guy, you know? I really do. Jake: You like this guy. Cause... Amir: Yeah. Yeah. Jake: Cause a minute ago you said you were gonna kick his ass. Josh: What?! Amir: Pff... Jake: Yeah, you know what, you guaranteed it actually. Amir: What? Jake: You guaranteed you were gonna beat the shit out of him. Amir: No... I think I was talking about your other friend. (Amir tries to punch Josh, but Josh catches his fist, twists his arm behind his back and forces him onto his desk) Amir: Nngh! Jake! Awgh... Good luck getting into a phat party without me, you guys. (Josh twists his arm more, with a crunching sound) Amir: AAAHHH!—