Bad Influence on Young Skywalker

A knock on the front door there was today. To answer it I went. Standing there a shady-looking young man was . Trouble he was. Tell this I could. "Help you can I?" I said. "Yo, is Ani-Dawg ready or what?" he said. "Of Young Skywalker you speak?" "Word." "And who you are?" "Flava, yo. Flava the Hutt." "And want with Young Skywalker what do you?" "What's with the 3rd degree, G? I'm just trying to hang with my dawg, yo." "See your dog I do not. But walk him without Young Skywalker's help you can." "Yo, G, you trippin'. Is my boy here or not?" "Fine my balance is. Do what exactly, will you and Young Skywalker?" "Why you gotta be all up in my face? We just gonna cruise in my ride scoping hoochies." "What? Understand a word you just said, I did not." "And after that, we gonna chill in my crib, poppin our fingers to 50 Cent." "Huttese are you speaking?" "Yo, why you dissin me like that? I ain't all evil and spit." "That determination I will make. Where you are, your parents know?" "Yo I'm grown! Why you got to be all up in my grill?" "Interested in barbecuing with you I am not. But I think talk your parents, I should. A wholesome influence on Young Skywaker, I sense that you are not." "Not cool, yo! I just want to hang with my homie!" "Sorry, but play with you he can not. Grounded he is." "What, fuh real? That's whack!" "What that is?" "Whack!" "Old I am. Hear you so well, I can not. Say what again, it is?" "Whack!... Ouch! Hey!" To protect Young Skywalker from bad influences, I must. Besides, getting tired of this conversation I was. *********** Checked out my T-shirt store lately have you? Marked down all of the prices in both stores and added a few new products I have!