Stroker and Hoop2004

Hoop's Mom:
[to the police officer] Excuse me. I found these tidying up around Chica's bunk last night. I thought they should be returned to the kitchen.

Chica:
Hey, those aren't mine.

Hoop's Mom:
Of course they are, dear. They were tucked inside that little hollowed-out part of your mattress.

Police Officer:
Let's go, Chica.

Chica:
You are dead, b*tch!

Hoop's Mom:
She'll change her tune after a good night's rest. Sandy was the same way. If she didn't get 8 solid hours, watch out! [laughs]

Chica:
I'M GONNA SLIT YOUR THROAT! THEN I'M GONNA SLICE YOUR TITS OFF!

Hoop's Mom:
[cover her breasts while worried] That's just how we talk to each other. Bye, Chica! I hope you get your tits sliced off, too.