At a party in the Eliot Cockpit, The Cataracs (TC) are hanging out with 3LAU (3). Das Racist (DR) is at an unknown location trying to find them.
3: I’ve been watching you.
TC: I see you looking, but you trying to act cool, right? That ass is epic, though.
3: Boy, you’ve got it bad, but I’ve got something good.
TC: Well, I don’t mean to come across too sexual.
3: Boy, you make my heart pound. Give me everything tonight?
TC: Man, this bottle got me saying things. Fill my cup?
3: Seems everybody wants something from me….
(stalks off to bar)
(The Cataracs’ phone rings. It’s Das Racist.)
TC: Holla back if you my homie?
DR: Where you at?
TC: Me and my best friends gettin’ shitty. If you’re not, then get to know me.
DR: Chug it, cut it, print it!! You puff herb?
TC: Boy, you get me high.