Or the first adventure of Dodger and Oliver.
Dodger: Hey, Oliver, glorious day, i'n'it? I want you to meet my friend Rocky.
Oliver: How d'ya do mate? What do you do for a living?
Rocky: I'm a Fowler. I hunt, shoot, and sell wildfowl.
Oliver: Righto. Hey have you seen the new Spilborghs movie?
Rocky: The one about Gonzalez, the son of Gonzalo. I dunno, I didn't get why Gonzalo was all that great.
Dodger: That's cause your wit is too low. Tulowitzki, n'est c pas?
Rocky: Didn't you think it was a little far fetched when he had to battle Lopez, the wolf son, in a battle to the death. I mean it seemed like a good place to stop, but c'mon.
Oliver: And Lopez did weigh about a Helton. Which is way heavier than a HeavenTon.
Dodger: What about a Wigginton?
Rocky: No need to get wiggy. Hey go Iannetta, I see some wildfowl over there.
Oliver: Bunch of fools be Chacin some fowl, gonna go see if I can buy a cow.
Dodger: 'at don't rhyme you rappin' fool