Stomp The Yard Page #2

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No, I'm not saying I hate it,

l'm not quitting. l promised you l'd try.

That's my word.

l love you too.

Okay. Bye.

All right.

There are only a select few things

of mine that are absolutely off-limits.

My toothbrush, my toothpaste,

my shaving cream, and my condoms.

Magnums, of course.

You know about the gold packs?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Other than that, playboy,

anything else of mine...

...you're welcome to. Rich Brown.

-DJ.

-Nice to meet you, sir.

The Deltas

are having a little barbecue.

-l've got some juice, l can get you in.

-l gotta work.

-Classes ain't started yet.

-l got a job.

Okay, l feel you. Which--?

Never mind.

All right, bro. ln that case, l'll holler.

Yes.

Come in.

Don't just stand there, man.

Sit down.

ls this your office?

Awfully nice digs for somebody

who cuts grass.

No, l don't cut grass.

But you do.

You ever wonder

where them trains be going?

They probably be going to Japan

or something.

-Japan?

-Oh, yeah, they can't cross water.

You going to college?

Don't say that when you get there.

l'm just playing with you, man.

The key to success in going to school,

what you do, you get a group of girls...

...you get them

to do your homework.

When they do your homework,

you get A 's,

-How's it going, man?

-l'm still standing.

Get in, man.

l'll give you a ride back.

Come on. Come on.

Pass the ball. Pass the ball.

Yeah, baby. Go deep. Go long.

They're getting the

very same education as you...

...so don't pay them any mind.

Oh, check it out.

Oh, that's old news, brother.

l've been there and done that.

-You're lying.

-l'm not lying.

Rich--

DJ, right?

My new roommate, DJ.

DJ, that's my friend Noel.

Good to meet you, brother.

Now, Thetas.

Everybody got quiet like

y'all can't get down!

What?

Are we the Pythons?

-What the hell are they doing, man?

-They're stomping the yard.

Yes,

Where are you from?

-The Thetas are representing.

-All day.

Smooth it out now.

Funky and you know it,

clap your hands

Get him out of here!

Get him out of here!

Yo, get your hands off me, dog.

Fool, you're about

to get your ass whooped.

Throw his ass to the wolves!

Can l get up here, man?

Because l can't see.

-Yeah?

-Hey, isn't that your boy, DJ?

Hold it, G.

Listen, man.

l don't know

if you're crazy or stupid...

-...but you gotta keep it moving.

-Hey, Zeke!

When you're done playing

with your b*tch...

...we're gonna show you

what a real ass-whooping look like.

Line up, Mus!

Mus, march!

Mus, hut!

Back it up! Back it up! Back it up!

The seven-year champs are here!

-T-H-E-T-A!

-Nu!

-T-H-E-T-A!

-What?

-T-H-E-T-A!

-What?

Who's that creeping in my window?

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