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[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

"Why You Ain't Say Nothing?" was filmed

before a fake studio audience.

Call me Jay-Z

'cause tonight I'm eating Red Lobster

[laughter]

You had to be there if you were--

- Ooh. - Damn, Aquaria.

Uh, peek-a-boob.

[whispering] Your titty's out.

Oh! Oh, my God. Damn.

Why you ain't say nothing?

I was enjoying the view.

Baby, go help me log on to your computer

and get on the Shein website

so you can buy me an affordable replacement.

[laughter]

- He's cheap. - Oh.

- He got a new Acer laptop. - Oh, okay.

- So cute. - So cute.

- They're good together. - They are good... together.

- Good together. - Together. [chuckles]

Why is he always laughing at his own corny-ass jokes?

- Right. - And Aquaria? Ugh.

Her life revolves around that man,

but I saw him at the movies last week

revolving around another girl.

Why you ain't say nothing?

Oh, you know we've been carpooling to work

ever since I got caught painting my own handicap space.

Okay, Picasso.

I see you out here doing art. [both chuckle]

- That's why I like you. - You like me?

Why you ain't say nothing?

Boy, you so crazy. [both laugh]

Uh, speaking of crazy,

remember when Tyree had food poisoning?

Let's just say it wasn't from bad Benihana.

- Oh! - It might have been

from some bad sushi that he had on a boys' trip

that Aquaria didn't want him to go on.

Well, of course she don't want him

to go on a boys' trip.

Y'all are nasty.

Mm, he said it was a work convention.

Only thing he convened was strippers.

Like this and like that

- and like this. - Ooh!

Why you ain't say nothing?

He works for Delta. I just got my buddy pass.

- Oh! - Thank you, baby!

Stop right there! "Essence" called.

They want y'all to star in their new Black Love issue.

- Hey, strike a pose, baby. - Eh!

[laughter]

Oh, shoot, baby, we forgot the drinks.

- Give me a hand. - You forgot the drinks.

I forgot the drinks. I'm sorry. [laughs]

- Even cute when y'all fuss. - So cute.

All right, you know Tyree's my boy, right?

- But? - Bro can't hear birds.

[both cooing]

[imitating birdsong]

- He can't hear none of that. - None of that?

How the hell does he wake up?

- Just raw air. - Oh.

He can't even listen to Birdman

without being triggered.

Why you ain't say nothing?

Well, you know he's my FUBU hookup.

He gets 'em fresh from Siberia.

They say "FUBUN" on them, but that's fine.

What does the N stand for?

"For Us, By Us, Niggas."

So let me tell you something.

Last week, I was at the swap meet, okay?

And I saw him pawning all of Aquaria's good jewelry.

Why you ain't say nothing?

I was down there buying myself some knockoff Gucci.

- Drinks! - Oh! [laughs]

Hey now, is that Courtney B. Vance

and Angela Bassett?

Y'all are giving stable.

Aww. Thanks, girl.

Joe, did I show you the new hoop that I just put up?

'Ey, the Golden State Warriors better sign your boy.

- [giggles] - Why?

Are the Warriors signing waterboys?

[laughter]

That ain't funny.

You guys are so crazy how you joke with each other!

[laughs]

Girl, the real joke is,

he took seven hours to put that basketball hoop up,

then he had to hire a TaskRabbit,

and that little boy showed up and did it in 15 minutes.

And then he didn't even tip him.

Ah! Why you ain't say nothing?

Well, he's over there talking about

"being broke builds character."

[scoffs] You know what it doesn't build?

What?

An orgasm.

- Oh. - Mm-hmm.

- He's not putting it down? - Uh-uh. He gets confused.

He says it's bad sense of direction.

Why you ain't say nothing?

I mean, 'cause our couple's TikTok

just started popping off.

We finally reached a dozen followers.

- Oh! - Oh! They're back!

It's your boy! Hey!

We weren't talking about nobody.

Babe, why don't you show Myra the garden you been working on?

Oh!

My baby all dyslexic and whatnot.

D-domestic, babe.

Wait, I been using that word wrong?

Babe, why you ain't say nothing?

Oh, my bad. [chuckles]

It's okay, you got all your other words right, mostly.

Come on, girl. You dressed for my garden.

Whew.

So you know you my boy, right?

- Of course. - Hey.

both: Pew!

So I want you to know...

[mischievous music]

I'm about to propose tonight.

Why you ain't say nothing?

So I use roaches instead of earthworms

to help aerate the garden.

- I love that idea. - Yeah.

- Aquaria. - Oh. Yes, baby?

I love you more than words can express.

Oh! Oh.

Aquaria, will you marry me?

Oh...I... [laughs]

Wow, baby.

I don't see any reason why I shouldn't.

Unless y'all wanna say something.

- Joe? - Uh--uh--how about you?

Uh, didn't--didn't you wanna say something?

- You. Uh--no, no, you. - I thought it was you.

No, I-I-I'm pretty sure it was you.

But I thought it was you, though.

No, I'm pretty sure it was you.

- It could be you, though. - Oh, my God.

Uh, I-I just think it's better

- if we say something together. - Yes.

- Could we do that? - Yes.

- Uh... - So let's just do that on one.

- Two. - Three.

both: Can we be in y'all's wedding?

All right.

- Hey, girl, put this ring on! - Okay!

- Baby girl! - You did it!

[laughter]

Why you ain't say nothing?

[Doechii's "I Told Em"]

♪ We told 'em we was kings, we showed 'em the machine ♪

♪ I been gave 'em the keys, I been flew overseas ♪

♪ I been knew I'm a queen, I been knew I was free ♪

♪ I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, goddamn ♪

♪ I been whippin' the rolls, I been bookin' the shows ♪

♪ I been takin' the hoes, they been calling me doe ♪

♪ I been pickin' the clothes, I been knew I was gold ♪

♪ I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em ♪

♪ Holla, ooh ♪

♪ I told 'em, goddamn ♪

♪ What you told 'em ♪

♪ The funk don't matter if it's not cross chatter ♪

♪ If the Black Lives Matter I would know ♪

♪ What you told 'em, what you told 'em, goddamn ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I would know, what you told 'em ♪

♪ What you told 'em, goddamn ♪

- This season, Lady Gloria Purnell,

like every other byproduct of inbreeding and wealth,

seeks to catch the eye of the prince--

a harrowing feat given her forgettable face.

Thus, tonight's gown must be giving life

if she wants to be somebody's wife.

Harder, Temperance!

This corset must be tighter than my lips

when men are speaking.

[groans]

[bone cracks]

Oh, you cracked a rib.

Perfect.

Gloria, look at yourself.

Do you think you need to do all of this to find love?

The man of my dreams would love me for who I am

and allow me to read.

Clearly, Lady Temperance is a fan

of this new concept from the south

called "body positivity."

[laughs] Oh, gross.

I'll never get devoured like an hors d'oeuvre

at the royal feast.

But you might get stuffed like a turkey.

Either way, it's not a competition.

All women are beautiful, including you, Gloria.

And I've seen you without your wig.

Oh, Temperance, you and your empowerment.

If you weren't my sister, I'd have you lobotomized.

- [both giggle] - Look at these idiots!

Sisterly affection is not

going to get you any brotherly love.

You'll need more than implied incest

to catch the penis of a prince.

[footsteps approaching] Oh, wait.

Finally, something interesting...

I heard there was a damsel in distress who needed a dress.

An unexpected visitor.

Don't worry-- once you're in my threads,

you'll turn all the ballers' heads, ee-ooh.

Oh, yes, the new chamber maid.

My pot is right over there.

I had some bad meat last night, so it's a bit full.

- Ew. - Gloria.

- Don't be rude to the help. - Who you calling "the help"?

I'm Lady Shein, the fashion designer of the century.

My clothes will ensure you catch a man.

Even you with that face.

- [gasps] - Bam!

My devil! Where's the rest of the gown?

The rest of it?

Honey, wait till you see the best of it.

- [gasps] - Bam!

Is that an exposed shoulder blade?

- Yeah. - I've barely even seen my own!

Look, in my dresses, you can sit, you can waltz,

or you can pussy pop for the prince.

Whatever you have to do to get your ass in the palace, ee-ooh.

- While Shein may be showing too much ass and titties

for the modest Lady Gloria,

Lady Temperance seems to be an interested buyer.

For just five shillings,

you, too, can get this fire attire.

Yeah, my sizes go from skin and bones to big-boned,

but don't just take my word for it.

Come on out, ladies! It's time!

[gasps]

Do a spin, show us, yeah.

My God! Her bustier is broken!

Only cows show their udders in public.

Cows can show their nipples; why can't I, right?

Ladies, this is the future.

No more torturous undergarments and hefty gowns

that leave your crevices smelling like mildew.

I am tired of summer bosom sweat.

My body is too fine to be confined.

How long is your wait list?

Now, look, them other designers

have you waiting three months for delivery.

Lady Shein delivers in three days.

I take Regency Afterpay and Peasant Pal.

- [coins jingling] - Temperance, no!

I can't watch you throw our father-slash-uncle's

hard inherited money away!

I'll have you know, Gloria,

I make my own money writing letters for women.

- That's right--I read and write. - [gasps]

- [chuckles] - Traitor!

Wow, she's illiterate. That's crazy.

- Can I see that? Thank you. - Sure.

I got the bag.

I hate to butt in...

[feedback squeals]

But I really can't allow you to purchase...

this bullshit.

And who the hell are you?

This, darling, is what I ordered.

Work it, work it, turn around.

- Show 'em the slit. Bend over. - Yes, yes, yes.

[record scratches] This...

- [shrieks] - Oh, my--

- Is what I got. - No. No, no, no.

No, she's lying.

- [yelps] - It's not true.

Your handmaidens must have soaked it on high

in the washing bucket.

You should've read the fine print.

Oh, my goodness, look at that! Hello, Your Majesty!

[gasps]

Ee-ooh, it's time to pussy pop on out of here, ladies.

[whines] My hot girl summer!

[crying]

Mine too.

- [laughing] - This place is fancy.

I bet you all they water's free.

Oh, what's up?

Uh, welcome to Teddy Riley Resort and Suites.

I'm Cousin Curtis.

You got the dime, we got the time.

How can I help you?

TC Quest checking in.

It's my lady and I's week anniversary,

- and I booked us the penthouse. - Penthouse!

I'm gonna pay for it with my Kohl's cash.

[chuckles] [cash register dings]

My nigga, welcome back! [laughs]

I remember your points-using ass from last month.

Yeah, he was here with this big booty shorty

from the Poconos--

I don't Poco-knows what you're talking about, partner.

Yeah, what are you, a dentist's office?

'Cause my baby clearly never been here before.

Kay, well, look, I seen him strollin' through here

with 3 to 15--

16 queens a week!

And guess what?

Mama, he was not repeating none of 'em!

[laughs] Yeah!

It looks like my fuckboy self-defense,

all-offense training class is about to come in handy!

Hey, wait, baby, chill.

You know I still got payments left on those earrings.

And dude doesn't know what he's talking about, anyway.

Let's just go down the street to After 7 Motel.

It's better, anyway.

Like I said, it was great seeing you, my brother.

You always keep one on you!

I like that! [laughs]

Hi. Jerelle Thomas, checking in.

Yo, cuz--you gonna act like

you don't recognize your Cousin Curtis?

I am sorry, sir, but I don't know you.

Like Michael Strahan's two front teeth,

we have never met before.

Why you doing me like this?

Listen, last Christmas, remember?

You said Auntie Mavis wet the bed.

But then we found out it was really you,

and you the one who wear Depends!

You got a phone in her name, so I know you not talking!

I'ma keep it on the hush, Master Pee.

Listen, if you could just check me into this hotel,

I need a night away from my husband--

for non-pee-related reasons.

Yo, you peed the bed, didn't you?

Shh!

[whispering] It was one time!

If you say so, but you already admitted

to at least two times, Pee-tey Pablo. [laughs]

I am gonna punch you in your face.

Hey, just don't pee on it, Pee-Diddy.

You know what, I'm going next door

to the New Edition Hotel.

- I love you. - I hate you.

- [laughs] - Excuse me.

Why is you in my station?

Uh-oh.

[upbeat music]

You sexy as fuck, you know that? [laughs]

Thank you, Yosemite Sam.

Welcome to Teddy Riley Resort and Suites.

That's gonna be $2 for the greeting.

Ooh! Keema!

You better work... here!

I'm surprised to hear your acrylics

clack-clack-clacking on them keys.

I had to get a second job, Simone.

Are you checking in?

It's $5 extra if you booked on Orbitz.

And how am I supposed to grow my nail business

if people don't grow more than ten fingers and ten toes?

It's the Darwin for me.

Okay, it's giving "hurry up, evolution."

And Orbitz was playing with my Orbucks,

so I had to book on Priceline, so you can charge them the fee.

Exactly. A bad bitch can't be broke.

Now, you are booked for two nights in a double queen,

but you can upgrade to a king for a extra $100.

You gonna die when I tell you

what my cousin Juicy's man's best friend did.

Slay me, don't king size me.

I'm still sleeping on my childhood twin at home.

Now, I know you only call him

your cousin Juicy man best friend

when he acting up, so what's the tea?

Not you knowing me! There's a $20 fee per pillow.

Now, how is this fool gonna ask me

can he borrow the credit cards that we keep on file, like...

Uh-uh, no he did not,

him trying to "Set It Off" up in here!

No pillows for me or my lash extensions.

We sleep sitting up.

But did you slide him the plastic, though?

Bitch, Teddy Riley Resort and Suites

offers the finest 400 thread count sheets for $1 per thread,

and yes, I told him I would do it,

but no, I told him I would not do it with Cleo cornrows.

- Uh-oh. - [shrieks]

The scream I just scrumpt!

Okay, no sheets; millennials ruined those.

But if you the new '03 "Bonnie and Clyde,"

- just say that. - And that's on what?

both: Periodt.

Loving and looting is exhausting.

Now, do you plan on flushing the toilet?

Because if so, that's gonna be an additional $10

on top of the $5 for the toilet paper per square.

And yes, I have been written up a couple of times.

Ooh! Big yikes!

Not your cousin Juicy man best friend

have you scruggling at work. No flushing, I'm fasting.

I brought Kleenex 'cause it's softer.

How much trouble are you in, though?

Oh, best friend, Wendy Williams ain't got shit on me,

but HR does, so I should probably be quiet.

Now, do you want channels that's higher than 8?

Because channel 9 is gonna be $2, 10 is gonna be 10.

Any channel above channel 11 is gonna go up

in increments of $11.

And it's a good thing that I got

an aunt-torney in my family. Hello.

Girl, it's the courtroom family reunion for me.

And no TV for me, because my imagination is free, okay?

You know I can get away with anything

- 'cause my mama's a judge. - That's right!

Our families ate and left no crumbs.

Look at us and all of our generational wealth!

Okay, but we do charge $25 to remove

that burnt popcorn smell from the microwave.

Girl, this is why we march.

It's giving and living my ancestors' dream.

You can keep the burnt popcorn smell

because it brings back my childhood memories.

Oh, look at that tall, dark,

and bald-some concierge over there.

What's the sitch, Him Possible?

Well, if you like it, I love it.

Payroll gave me his check by accident one time,

and they really should stop playing with people's money.

Now, if you want a view, it's gonna be $29.95,

if you want a breeze, it's gonna be $16.27,

and if you wanna be downwind from flatulence,

it's gonna be an extra $1.50. And cashing his check

was definitely not worth the fraud charge.

Ooh, girl, caught in 4K.

Now, you know pollution is bad for my health

and I do not have benefits.

So no windows, no breeze, no flatulence, please.

Is that charge sticking, though?

[chuckles] We gonna fuck around and find out.

I have formed a whisper network of bellboys.

So if you want that hot shower to run, it's gonna be $99.99.

If you want that liquid water, it's gonna be $11 per drop

because these boys are good at both bags and blackmail, hello.

No showers for me because I'm a bath bitch.

You can keep that liquid water because I prefer ice

because it doubles as a meal.

Your bellboys are ready for war.

Fuck with me and my B-boys if you want to!

For a limited time, you can upgrade your floors

from dirt to carpet for $350.

- Otherwise, that'll be $670.35. - Let 'em know, girl!

Dirt was good enough for my forefathers,

and it's good enough for me.

So I'll take the key to the basic room

'cause the sign out front says it's $49 a night

and that's all I'm paying. Okay, later, friend!

I'll holla!

It's gonna be $10 if you want that key card to work.

Purr. I'll sleep in the hallway.

Next.

I play Cousin Curtis, but my real name is Tyrone.

I guess.

I'm fighting this 'cause playing Curtis is whack.

Dude is misogynistic and stupid.

All he do is talk about women's breasts

and laugh with his tongue out.

Who actually laugh with they tongue out like that?

I wish I never did that.

I'm trying to turn my life over, I got a family.

I don't wanna do all this raunchy material.

I just wanna be myself. I hate it here.

Aww, Merry Christmas to you, too, babe.

Oh, I know, I know, but you know my parents said

I couldn't invite anybody home for the holidays

who doesn't know the choreography

to "Jingle Jangle."

All right, I'm thinking of you.

Love you. Mwah. Bye.

Alexa, play smooth jazz.

Now playing Kenny Warren G Radio.

Set the mood.

[soft jazz music playing]

Tonight, it's just me and you, Buzz Tightyear.

[vibrator buzzing]

- [gasps] - [shrieks]

both: What you 'bout to do?

[yells]

[groans] Oh, God.

Okay, I'm tripping. [chuckles]

Let's get back to it.

Wand-kanda forever!

[ominous music]

[deep voice] What you 'bout to do?

[yells] Oh, God!

Thanks for your care, bear, but I don't need your stare.

Damn, I'm tripping.

What was in that eggnog? [device chimes]

Hello, Desi. Did I hear you say "eggs"?

Yours will never get fertilized with...

[in deep voice] What you 'bout to do.

Alexa, stop!

My God, I don't need your judgement.

I just need the weather and news.

Now playing "Turn Up Tulsa."

Okay, "Turn Up Tulsa." It's my favorite program.

You're listening to "Turn Up Tulsa."

I'm Cynthia Tucker.

In tonight's top story,

- we're gonna find out, Desi... - Huh?

[voice distorted] What you 'bout to do?

Oh, God, no! Oh, why's she saying my name?

Desecrate your parents' home by shaking the foundation

of your childhood bed? A little playtime?

- Talk about a touching story. - [groans]

Alexa, stop! Stop, stop, stop! [device chimes]

[panting] Crazy. This is crazy.

[wood creaks] [dramatic musical sting]

[yells]

What I'm 'bout to do?

I'm 'bout to write in cursive on my coochie.

I'm 'bout to set it back to daylight comings time.

I'm about to finger paint all over my puss!

Is that what you wanna hear?

[phone ringing] [sobbing]

♪ ♪

Aw, Mom.

You just right down the hall! Stop calling me!

Absolutely not.

[phone rings] [groans]

Yes, Mom, what?

Hello, is this Desi?

Who's asking?

I kinda got my hand full right now.

- Apologies, I just need a moment of your time.

I'm with Auto Warranty Unlimited.

We've been trying to reach you regarding...

[in deep, distorted voice] What you 'bout to do?

[yelling]

How are you seeing this?

What do you want from me? [yells]

Oh, I'm gonna masturbate!

I'm about to focus on my needs

for an efficient, yet thorough

3 minutes and 26 seconds.

I am gonna come so hard,

my legs are gonna shake like a baby deer for days!

[groans]

Get out of here, bear.

Sorry, grandparents.

Alexa, stop!

HomeGoods, suck it! [wood crashes]

Kick rocks, you're killing my vibes!

[door slams] [whimpers]

[grunting]

Think you can stop me?

You can't stop me!

I'm gonna rub my Harry Potter!

Wand-gardium pleasure-osa!

[laughs]

[vibrator buzzes, winds down]

Fuck!

[bright classical music]

[gavel bangs]

Welcome to the Picture-Perfect Auction.

I am Bidibidi Bombas, and this is where

you trade in your normality for a dream reality.

Remember, your life goals are just one Bidibidi away.

- [nails clacking] - Carissa, Michelle, listen up.

- Yeah. - Today I plan to clean house.

I mean, ever since the untimely demise

of my 86-year-old husband-- ugh, may he rest in pieces--

the word "budget" is totally not in my vocabularrrry.

Right, but be careful, Janita.

New money can turn into no money very quickly.

Well, besties, y'all could just call me Erykah Badu

'cause I'm just here with a window seat

to watch two baddies outbid each other.

[both laugh] [gavel bangs]

Our first item up for bid,

the Picture-Perfect Family.

That's right, there's a zaddy, four beautiful zids.

They're just missing their zommy.

Do we have any bidders?

Now, remember, we don't take dollars,

we only take dreams, so bid accordingly.

Let's start the bidding at "giving up your business."

Does anyone have a hair salon, a tech startup, a bakery?

Trade it in for the perfect family.

My Pussy Pudding Pops!

I couldn't find investors anyway.

I heard Pussy Pudding Pops.

Now, do I have a social life?

Give up a social life to take this beautiful family

to Red Lobster after Sunday service.

Well, I will give up all of my cousins and...

all of my play cousins!

[audience groans]

Take that. [laughs]

Sold to the woman whose cousins

- are now wasn'ts! - I got a man now, y'all.

Yeah, and you got four kids that don't look like you.

Honey, what do you think Instagram filters are for?

- [gavel bangs] - Patrick, come on up here.

As part of your alimony, you get to work here.

Our next item up for bid is the Picture-Perfect Career.

Take a corner office at a Fortune 500 company

that has health, dental, vision, and nail care!

Now, we'll start the bidding at...

a sex life.

Oof, that's too rich for my blood.

Do I hear giving up bumping uglies,

knockin' boots, grindin' groins and tenderloins

for money, power, respect, but no sex?

That's right, no sex in the champagne room,

no peen, no poon, no porn!

Uh, but can you peg, though?

- No pegging! - No sex!

That's easy. I don't do people. [chuckles]

Unless they're descendants of monarchs.

- Wow. - [laughs] Ooh, I like you.

All right, no fucks given or getting.

Let's raise our no sex with no time.

No time for you, no time to think,

no time to die,

all for the Picture-Perfect Career.

- Who's bidding? - Time!

I'll give up all of my time.

I hear time!

Janita, you just won a whole family!

- Going once... - You ain't got no time!

Going twice...

I will raise her time and...

my hairline.

[audience gasps]

- I heard hairline. Going once. - What?

A-going twice.

Sold to the woman who's volunteered

to be booked, busy, and bald.

Why are y'all playing "The Game of Life"

like it's "Trivial Pursuit"?

This is a crime against humanity!

Our final item up for bid, it's the biggest one.

Mm-mm-mm.

It is a woman unbothered! [audience oohs]

Life with boxed wine, nobody calling,

and your life on Do Not Disturb.

Let's start the bidding at giving up--

My friends! [audience oohs]

- What? - Sold.

This season on "The Real Housewives of B.C."

[grunting]

[creature screeches]

[upbeat music]

[grunting]

[creature squawks]

[grunting]

[creature roars]

[yelling]

[elephant trumpets]

[grunting]

Teeth!

[animal roars]

[all grunting]

Cheers!

[all oohing]

You!

[gasps] [all ooh]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Evolved than you!

[yelling]

[groaning]

[all yelling, grunting] [bleeping]

I love it here!

I love my last name, I love my job.

My idea of the perfect day is serving others.

Anything I can do to bring a smile to people's faces.

You ever make somebody laugh so hard they pee a little bit?

[chuckles]

I'm laughing right now just thinking about it.

Uh-oh. I peed a little.

Y'all cover dry cleaning, don't you?

'Ey, yo, anybody ever tell you

you look like Bobby Brown if you go like this?

- Nah, no I don't. - Bobby Brown-lookin' ass!

I'm 'bout to ride a fake penis!

I'm gonna shove this in,

and I don't even know which end.

I'm 'bout to finger paint my puss

like a Picasso with a pink penis!

They're lizard people.

My boyfriend shed his dick afterwards.

It was magnificent.

Uh, Ms. Bibity-Bibity, can you move on,

'cause I'm freaking out.

Well, you know he works for Frontier.

He's gonna hook me up with a seatbelt on my next flight.

Sold to the woman who just married

the neighborhood Black Santa.

Sold to the woman who just married Suge Knight.

Sold to the woman in the fake Versace.

No, no, no.

You the only one that stuck with me

through that LL Cool J phase I had.

And Kangol sent me that cease and desist.

That's right, you was doing it wild.

Hey. both: Pew!

Sold to the woman who thinks one plus one is one.

- Four. - Well, not quite.

I like how you waited until the end

to reveal your shadiness.

Well, I like how you waited till the end

to do something worth bidding on.

- Bitch. - Ooh--

Ooh, I'm gonna masturbate!

That's what I'm 'bout to do!

I'm gonna... [yells incoherently]

[cat yowls]

[bright tone]

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