Nashawn:Hey,you are late.
Mack:Don't worry about me bein' late.I'm goona take this plane of yours up another 1,000 feet,and we gonna be there five minutes early.Real slick like hair grease,but with less mess.Can you dig it?
Nashawn:Yeah,I can dig it.I was lookin' at your resume,man.I see that you flew in Desert Storm.That's pretty impressive.
Mack:Actually,that's a typo.I drew over in Desert Storm.
Nashawn:I'm sorry,I didn't...What you say?
Mack:I was the nigga that drew the little say-ings on the bombs:Damn Saddam.That was me.Matter of fact,I'm not even 'posed to be talkin' about that.
Nashawn:What?Do you even know how to fly a plane,man?
Mack:Sure,I got my wings when I got out.