Stroker and Hoop2004

Stroker:
So what do we have here? Cat stuck up a tree? Neighbor kid swinging on Aunt Bee's porch swing again? [sees a dead fried pageant] OH, MY GOD!

Moo-Moo:
This here is Miss Hushpuppy.

Deputy:
One of the prettiest girls in the county...till somebody fried her up like a chicken.

Moo-Moo:
Damn shame. She was a shoe-in to win our Miss Southern Delicacies Pageant this weekend. Took 6 rolls of paper towels just to soak up all the grease.

[Moo-Moo takes a piece of finger off of Miss Hushpuppy's hand]

Hoop:
Oh, god.

Stroker:
What the hell?

[Moo-Moo then takes a bite of it]

Stroker:
Oh, you got to be [bleep] me.

Moo-Moo:
Well, now, hell. That ain't fried chicken batter. Well, that's Hushpuppy batter. It was a thematic death, which means he'll strike again. [takes a bite of the finger again] I'll be. A hint of jalapeno. Well, I am so sorry. Where are my manners.

[starts to take another finger piece of Miss Hushpuppy's hand for Stroker]

Moo-Moo:
Do you agree?

Stroker:
You gotta be [bleep] kidding me? I'm not putting that in my mouth.