"Yes but she ain't here so I can't get fucked."

Chef said with a wicked grin. He pulls out a cell phone. He calling up someone. "Hey, Chris. Can you give Lindsay the phone, and put it on speaker? Yes yes. This very important you have been an actor."

Then after a second, the blonde-headed bimbo spoke over the phone. "Oh hi, Chef. What sup."

Chef said. "We have a stud competition right now. Who would you have walked over to?"

"Oh umm. I don't know."

Tyler froze yelling. "Come on babe. You got to pick me."

Lindsay says. "Oh yes he's right I pick Trey."

Chef hung up impromptu. "Haha, the little white bitch decided on Trey."

Tyler said. "No. No. She meant me. She was just confused about my name. You can't have my assfuck. She didn't even select a single guy on this island."

"Maybe she implied that she pick the only black guy here. He looks like a Trey. Now white bitch go get fuck."

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