Introduction: Amir: Hey you're watching chick and Amir. See it sounds exactly the same. Jake: No it doesn't. [Jake sits down at his desk. Amir is clearly hiding underneath his. Jake starts reading from a crumpled up ransom note on his desk.] Jake: If you ever want to see your friend Amir again, you will give me three zillion dollars. [Jake crumbles up paper and tosses it in the trash] Amir: Hey! [Amir hits his head on the bottom of the desk] Amir: Ow! What the heck man? What if that was real? Jake: I could see you hiding under your desk. There were a lot of typos in there by the way Amir: Okay, you try finding every letter. Jake: You couldn't find an N or an O? Amir: I was limited. All right. I had one "Guns and Ammo" mag and that's it. Jake: There's no E in your by the way. Amir: There's no E in team either, bro. Jake: You're mixing up that metaphor. Why do you have a "Guns and Ammo" magazine? Amir: It came free with my gun, [He pulls out his gun and pulls the slide back] and my ammo! Ha ha! No, but just the gun though. Jake: Is that real? Amir: No! I paid 23 hundred dollars for a fake Kimber stainless Raptor 2. [Pulls the slide back again] Ha ha. It's very real. [Points the gun at Jake] Jake: That makes me real nervous man. Amir: [Still pointing the gun] Yeah, I would be nervous too. All right. A .45 caliber, 5 inch, match grade steel barrel hand fitted by Kimber himself, pointed straight at my gut hole! Jake: I don't have a gut hole. Amir: Well this'll make one brotha! Say goodnight! Pfffff! [Pretending to shoot the Jake] Jake: Easy! Don't point that thing at me! Amir: You easy okay! There's no bullets in this thing idiot! Jake: Please put that down. Amir: Do you trust me? Jake: No. Amir: Do you trust me? Jake: NO. Amir: [Pulling the slide and pointing the gun at his head] Then I'm gonna pull the trigger. Jake: Okay I trust you all right. Put it down. Amir: Well if you trusted me, you wouldn't say put it down. Jake: I do trust you! Amir: DO YOU? Jake: Yes! I don't know! Yes. Amir: Why are you nervous if you trust me? Jake: I don't know okay! Amir: Then you don't trust me and I'm gonna pull it! In 3...2... Jake: Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop! I do trust you, all right? Amir: Then if you do trust me, pull it yourself. [Amir leans over the desks and now Jake is holding the gun to Amir's forehead] Jake: I don't wanna do that man! Amir: Trust me! Pull it! Jake: I can't! Amir: You can! Jake: I can't dude! Amir: Ay look! Look at me! I'm telling you, there's no bullets. Pull the trigger! [Jake breathing heavy for a few seconds. Cut away to Pat listening to music having no idea what is going on. Jake breathes heavy again] Amir: You pussy! Jake: I can't do it! [Letting go of the gun] Amir: Then I'll do it! [Before Amir puts the gun to his head, Jake shoves Amir's hand upward just as a bullet shoots out into the ceiling] Amir: There was one bullet in it okay. Sue me.