Intro: The scene - a dark alley between a barber shop and a garage. In the shadow sits a man on a garbage can pretending to be asleep. Down the alley walks another man, smaller, slightly tremulous with shifty eyes and beads of sweat running down his face.
Sam: Hey man.
Dude: Whassup, bro?
Sam: Gimme a dime bag, Dude.
Dude: Of what?
Sam: You know…
Dude: Crack?
Sam: C'mon, man. Cut that out. I'm hurting.
Dude: Ice?
Sam: Jeesh, Dude. The real stuff….
Dude: You mean...
Sam: Yeah, man. Peanut Butter. I need a dime bag.
Dude: All out, man. Try me tomorrow. Getting a shipment from Little Debbie. But it'll cost you.
Sam: How much, Dude?
Dude: Ten large.
Sam: But I only have a C-note.
Dude: Then you can sniff my finger when I scoop some out of the jar.
The End
