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I second that Rhonda,” Twon joked. “Why don’t you cook us, men, some ribeye?” he continued. “How bout I kick you in the rib and punch you in the eye for calling me by my first name,” she threatened. In response, this nigga placed his hand on his chest. “See, this is that domestic shit I don’t want to deal with. If we gone be together you gotta act right like we rehearsed. I Ike, you Tina… okay?” he asked in the voice of an ape.
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