(Screen-names: G-unit, George. HaterzBgOne, John. Surprise guest).
G-Unit: Boo.
HaterzBgOne: Heh. Happy Halloween, motherfucker.
G-Unit: lol. Straight up, nigga.
HaterzBgOne: Excuse me?
G-Unit: I mean, yeah, you too.
HaterzBgOne: That's more like it. How the hell you've been?
G-Unit: Oh, I've been alright I suppose. This month's gonna be my second year death anniversary. Not looking forward to it.
HaterzBgOne: She-it! You've only been here for two years? Son, I've been draggin' the chains for over 20. You put up with the Big E's non-stop bullshit for 20 years and then come talk to me.
G-Unit: Nigga, please.
HaterzBgOne: Nah, straight trippin', Geo. I've had to listen to him bitch and complain about Michael Jackson for years on in.
G-Unit: What about Michael Jackson?
HaterzBgOne: He married his daughter.
G-Unit: For sheezy?
HaterzBgOne: True dat. They divorced shortly after, but E's still pissed Lisa Marie lost her virtue to a homie.
G-Unit: Bitch, I *know* you not calling MJ a nigga!
HaterzBgOne: What you jiving, fool? MJ *is* a nigga.
G-Unit: lmao. Da-yem, John, you HAVE been dead a long time.
HaterzBgOne: I'm confused.
G-Unit: Michael Jackson may have been born a poor, black kid. But he grew up into a rich, white man...who happens to enjoy the *company* of poor black kids.
HaterzBgOne: Dawg, you off the hinges!
G-Unit: Nah. straight up. He's whiter than Vanilla Ice.
HaterzBgOne: Who?
G-Unit: You don't know who Vanilla Ice iz? Well then...he whiter than the cast of Friends.
HaterzBgOne: Muthah' who?
G-Unit: Alright, he whiter than cable tv!
HaterzBgOne: Say wha'?
G-Unit: Playah', what the fudge? He whiter than...than...Ed Sullivan.
HaterzBgOne: Whoa dawg, now you speaking my language! That's one whiiiite mothahfudgah.
G-Unit: Yeah, he definitely a cracker. I don't know what Lisa Marie was thinkin'.
HaterzBgOne: She probably wasn't.
G-Unit: Maybe Dick Cheney slipped a little something in her Christmas stocking, yo.
HaterzBgOne: HAHAHA! Dats right!
G-Unit: Cause that bitch had to be on the influence of *somethin* to marry Michael.
G-Unit: The nigga ain't got no nose.
HaterzBgOne: That's messed up.
G-Unit: So did you go to Jim Morrison's Halloween party?
HaterzBgOne: Yeah, I had to. Out of weeeed.
G-Unit: Good ol' Jim.
HaterzBgOne: Good for something Jim.
G-Unit: He dressed up like a giant lizard. I thought that was pretty crunk.
HaterzBgOne: I dressed up like a giant walrus. Where's my props?
G-Unit: Fudgin' yeah, dawg. Well done. Did you see Elvis at all?
HaterzBgOne: She-it, that home boy walks in wearing a giant banana costume, slabbed in peanutbutter.
G-Unit: You're shittin' me?
HaterzBgOne: I wish I wuz.
G-Unit: That's disgusting.
HaterzBgOne: So wuz hiz hurr. It was drippin' in jelly.
G-Unit: Man, now I gotta go bitch slap that boy.
HaterzBgOne: Please do. And slap him once for me.
G-Unit: Who else was thurr?
HaterzBgOne: Uuhhh...Anna Nicole Smith's late husband. He was dressed as a pickle.
G-Unit: lol. Word.
HaterzBgOne: Oh, and Rod Roddy, the nigga from Price is Right.
G-Unit: What was he dressed up as?
HaterzBgOne: Well, he actually came by mistake. He was lookin' for Jesus, and ended up finding weed.
G-Unit: Yeah, that happens.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Bitches and gentlemen! How's it hanging, my peeps?
G-Unit: Hey!! How you doin', Ritter?
HaterzBgOne: Two Johns is the hizzith!
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: I'm pretty fly, homies. I just beat Chris Farley in a game of poker.
G-Unit: No kidding? What'd you win?
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Well, he didn't have much on him but I won his dinner. A taco.
HaterzBgOne: Just one taco?
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Okay, 7 tacos. Whatevah' dawgs.
G-Unit: Chris Farley....big man.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: The tacos were quite lovely.
HaterzBgOne: Tite. Man, I much rather beat Hendrix in a game of Poker. Or Keith. Them dawgs gives up the goods.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Like what?
HaterzBgOne: Guitars, foo'! And drum-sets. ha, you can always tell when Moonie's bluffing.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: How so?
HaterzBgOne: The nigga randomly starts throwing pies.
G-Unit: Typical Moonie.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: I'm new around here so should I assume this is just an insider thing?
G-Unit: Yeah dawg, don't pay any attention to Keith's crazy antics. He's quite fond of the white dragon.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Is that all you homies do around here? Get stoned?
HaterzBgOne: Bitch, nah! We do other things.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: Like what?
HaterzBgOne: ...
G-Unit: ...
HaterzBgOne: Geo?
G-Unit: I got nothing.
G-Unit: You?
HaterzBgOne: ...
HaterzBgOne: Aw, look at that! I left the stove on. Gotta fly! Bye, dawgs!
G-Unit: Uh, yeah me too! Peace niggas.
DisturbingThaReesesPieces: I shouldn'tve asked.

(New screen names to keep in mind. This time, George is "For the Love of Crunk", and John is "Dream#69").
Dream#69 says:
I am like, SO pissed off right now.
For the Love of Crunk says:
What's the low-down, yo?
Dream#69 says:
Don't start, Harrison. It's about Jim.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Oh no. What's Mr. Morrison been doing this time?
Dream#69 says:
Stealing. Bloody stealing! I caught that bastard snorting my pixie dust! He shall pay for this...ah yes...he shall pay.
For the Love of Crunk says:
You mean he's been snuffing our stash?! Tell Jesus on him! This is an outrage! Something must be done.
Dream#69 says:
George, you stupid git!
For the Love of Crunk says:
Hey, I've already TOLD you - my name's not George anymore! Call me G. Diddy or Slim Harri. NOW, DAMMIT!!!!
Dream#69 says:
Focus, boy, focus! We're in the middle of a situation here. As I was saying, I can't tell God because we're not even allowed to HAVE pixie dust up here.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Oh yeah, that's right. Whose been smuggling it in, then?
Dream#69 says:
Promise not to tell anyone?
For the Love of Crunk says
Fo' shizzism.
Dream#69 says:
I'll take in all good faith that means yes...it's Chainey...Dick Chainey.
For the Love of Crunk:
The Vice bloody president?!?
Dream#69 says:
Straight up.
For the Love of Crunk says:
But...but...but HOW? How does he do it?
Dream#69 says:
Surely you recall all those heart-attacks he's had over the past year? Well...when he makes his rounds through the pearly gates, he's been supplying me with the goods, just shortly before he regains conscienceness and his life is restored.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Wow, how bloody clever! And he's had, what, 10 heart-attacks?
Dream#69 says:
10 LOVELY heart-attacks. Good old Dick!
For the Love of Crunk says:
I knew he'd pull through. But what shall we do once he finally croaks?
Dream#69 says:
Who, Dick? Perish the thought! Dick's like a vampire. He'll never die!
For the Love of Crunk says:
That makes two of 'em: he and George Martin.
Dream#69 says:
Hahaha! Yes, *other* George won't be joining us anytime soon, I'm inclined to believe. He's passed the age of death...G.M. is gonna outlive PAUL, for Christ's sake!
For the Love of Crunk says:
Unfortunately so. I'd rather George's company than Sir Land Mines A Lot.
Dream#69 says:
Paul's alright. It's Alex Trebec *I'm* mostly worried about. THERE SHALL BE NO CANADIANS GOING TO HEAVEN! NOT ON MY WATCH!
For the Love of Crunk says:
You've just offended a lot of viewers.
Dream#69 says:
What can I say? I'm a baaad man.
For the Love of Crunk says:
I think we've side-tracked the original predictament of which we find ourselves.
Dream#69 says:
That being?
For the Love of Crunk says:
Jimmy, looting our stash.
Dream#69 says:
Oh! Right, right, right. What shall we do about this?
For the Love of Crunk says:
Tell him to get his OWN Heart-Attack Jones, as a supply smuggler!!!
Dream#69 says:
YEAH! That's all we CAN do for now.
[KingPB&J Banana Man has enterred the chat.]
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Hi there, sexy mamas.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Hello Elvis.
Dream#69 says:
'ello, E.
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Why, thankyouverra much! I've added a new person to ma' hit list. Reckon you wanna hear?
For the Love of Crunk says:
Bullocks, ANOTHER one? Who is it, this time?
Dream#69 says:
Yes, tell us the new addition to the Big E Hit List.
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Well, this feller don't rank nearly as high as Michael Jackson. That boy be good as dead! But he's climbin' the charts.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Who is it, E?
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Nicholas Cage. He be screwin' ma daughter.
Dream#69 says:
They are MARRIED, Elvis.
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Well shucks, that don't matter! He never asked ma permission!
For the Love of Crunk says:
...you're...kind of...dead.
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Don't be makin' up excuses, G. Diddy! You should always ask the bride's father's blessing first. I don't know what Cilla was thinkin'.
Dream#69 says:
He seems like a nice young man to me. Isn't there somebody else you could add to replace him on the list?
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
There's plenty of folks I've had in mind. To name a few...Martha Stewart, Kermit the Frog, the Dell computer guy, Janet Reno...
For the Love of Crunk says:
Damn, sloiw down, E! With a list like that, I don't know HOW the HELL you got into heaven in the first place!!!
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Heh heh. *I* know how.
Dream#69 says:
Dare I ask?
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Two words.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Lucky bastard?
Dream#69 says:
Fat bribe?
For the Love of Crunk says:
Crunk connections?
Dream#69 says:
Fat Ass?
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Boy, I about to whoop you up the ass! You shut your mouth! Who you callin' a fat ass? Ain't nothing wrong with eating a plate of fudgsicles to pass the time.
For the Love of Crunk says:
He's sorry. Now tell us how you got in!
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Like I said, two words: Dick Chainey.
Dream#69 says:
I'm not even going to ask.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Word. Some things are better left unexplained. Wanna go throw rocks at Richard Nixon again?
Dream#69 says:
YEAH!!! That'll show him, for trying to have me deported!
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Alright, I'll meet you little buddies there. I need to go take a dump.
For the Love of Crunk says:
Christ, Elvis! Keep that kind of information to yourself.
KingPB&J Banana Man says:
Sorry, Slim. Catch you dawgs later!