Things backfire on the boys

"Hey man," a large black man walked up to Tim, "what's wit this shorty?"

The man gazed at Renee's face, whose eyes were wide with panic and petrified fear.

"Just showin' her off, that's all..." Tim shrugged with a smug grin.

"Well, it look like she don't like it," the man started getting aggressive with Tim.

"Well," Jacob starting defending and backpedaling his and his mate's behavior, "we're just playing a game with her, that's all."

The man looked at Renee, who violently shook her head.

"Naw, mane," the man pushed Jacob by the chest, "ya'll be dissin' dis shorty an kidnappin' her, on god."

"Look here, man," Tim puffed his nonexistent chest up to the man, "we're doing you a favor with this service."

"Service?!" the man puffed up indignantly, "naw, you white boys getcho nerd ahh, goofy ahh melvin ahh shit outta heah!" before producing a gun from his holster and causing the two nerds to flee up the street.

"Naw, though," he turned to Renee, "you hella fine, whatcho name?"