• yall gnome sain? Ah DONT.

  Iz juss like trayna talk wfout opnin ma mouf cause too LAZY ... uh huh.

  Gots a lotta dem 3rd person verbs all missed up FO SHO.

  An he was all like in ma face and she wuz all like Y U DO DAT? I tells dat BYOTCH 

  [insert a putrid stream of ghetto profanity here: ]

  Yes -
  so here you might want to work up a sort of "Thug in Lockdown on Deathrow for assaulting a knitting instructor" persona here - or maybe we should go with a drunken promiscuous designer-clad taxi-trash type heroine being relentlessly pursued by paparrazi...

  Or maybe a Calvinist punk-rock band screaming about predestinating grace over 4 chord changes... wait just a second - the food is here ;
  No - she ordered the Kung-pao chicken, that goes there but the Scorpion Bowl is mine. Yes here. Thanks. Excuse me sir - yes, the little paper parasol yes I want that too.

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