Akmed: sup Mohammed? Wow, this
market is really packed, eh? Check out Abdul
with his big, fancy chicken
stand over there. Oh, look at me; I'm Abdul
and I think
I'm so important with my magical chicken
stand. I provide protein for people and think
I'm the hottest shit
Mohammed: Ha ha. So true, so true. And what's with the ridiculous hat? Like, is the guy too cool to wear
a turban? He thinks he's so Western with his flashy ball cap...it says
"New York Mets" on it. What the fuck is that?
Akmed: I KNOW! Have
seen his wife? She doesn't even wear
a Burka - like HELLO? Um...I wonder if she's going to hell.
Mohammed: Maybe she's a New York Met. Maybe that's what the hat means. Like, yeah...I'm Kuljeet and I'm Abdul
's wife and I want to be New York Met - I'm so cool. Or maybe it means that she is not a virgin? Who knows. They
are freaking weird.
-watch! He's killing the chicken
. JUST DO IT ALREADY! Oh shit
, do you think
me? Ha ha...duck! Ok, he didn't see us. I hate that about him. He always has to toss the chicken
up in the air and then cut it's head off with -
Akmed: What happened?
Mohammed: Run! Suicide bomber!!!!!!!!!!!
Akmed: No, wait
- what is that all over...?
Mohammed: Sick. Dude. There's shit
everywhere. Must've been one of those suicide shitters. That is nasty.
Akmed: Yeah, like seriously. Hold it together for just another second, man. I hate those guys that are all scared and crap there pants right
before. So lame.
Mohammed: I know. Ha ha - look! Abdul
's stand has shit
all over it. YEAH BITCH! Try and sell
those chickens now, motherfucker! What a loser.
Akmed: Let's go take