“[…] uh, dude?”
“Whut?”
“Do I wanna know whut yer tryin’ ta feed me here?”
“Fish?”
“Inna bread bag? That tale’s kinda fishy.”
“So would tha head an’ tha rest a it. Now tell me yer grateful it ain’t.”
“Grateful fer whut? That I ain’t realin’ in tha bread fer my sandwich?”
“I’d like ta see ya try ta make that sandwich wit’ bread made from imaginary ingredients, dude.”
“That would be dope, dude.”
“In bread? I thought that wuz supposed ta be fer brownies.”
“It’s a real ingredient, dude. So is, like, maybe, concrete. Makes fer a real dense loaf, ya feel me? Could kinda be hard on tha teeth.”
“Dunno whut’s crustier, dude. Tha bread, ‘r you.”
“Mebbe I’m just gettin’ kinda tired a gettin’ fed a line, yeah?’
“Whatta ya wanna get fed, dude? Food? Whassamatta you? Didya buy tha bread ‘r didn’t ya?”
“[…]”
“So ya wuzn’t watchin’ out fer tha hook, yeah?”
“Dammit, dude …!”