Female: Slabia, Male: Trist

Trist: *waking up* Dude the fuck happened to my face?
Slabia: Waky waky faggot, u got us fucking robbed dumbass
Narrator: These 2 fucks are retarted, and you'll understand soon how retartd is a weak word for these poor specimins, Slabia is a random tennage garl who ran from her sweet abusive father thinking she set her life free, oh how wrong she was and the doesn't even know it lol, just look at her, missing an eye all because she was high on shrooms and the street cat convinced her of trading her eye for a cigarette, which she ofc didn't get. Smooking 5 packs of cigarettes a day, well a day isn't even the correct word her cause these 2 ain't even know the diffrent from day and night, as 800 mg of alcohool per Liter of blood gaslights you into thinking the street lamps are the sun's children/sons. And there's Trist, a loser who lived in a wealthy family, with rich parents and loving siblings bla bla bla, until the day his loser was was "per-pressured" into smoking a cigarette, and it all went downhill from there, as this dumbass leved up from cigarettes to cocaine in the spam of a week.
Slabia: i don't fucking know what happened i barely remeber who the fuck you are ugly bastard, all i remeber is you got us into a fuckass fight and now we ain't got shit to smooke. Trist: ok bitch no need for the attitude my brain is already damaged
Holy shit he knows
Trist: wait what's that!
Slabia: what's what?
Trsit: The shit smell on you
just pass me the damn bottle next to you
Trist: wait wait i reconize this shit smile
ofc u do you dirty pig haha
OHHH it's from that bastard Jimmy, eehh fuckface remeberhim? the boy who sold us highschool weed