Person – Jenkins, what are you still doing here? Alvin is on his way out.
Jenkins- I know. I’m ready for him.
Person – What do you mean you’re ready for him? You can’t fight!
Jenkins – I know, but I’ma scare him with 4 words. He’s gonna get spooked and run in front of everybody, and I’m going to look like a legend.
Person – Are you serious? Oh my God! There he is!
Jenkins – Watch this … I’m from Brooklyn, son!
Person – He’s still approaching!
Jenkins – He probably didn’t hear me. clears throat I’M FROM BROOKLYN, SON!
Person – He’s not stopping!
Jenkins- I’m from Bed Stuyvesant and I’m the livest one. Home of B-I-G!
Person – It’s not working. Say another place!
Jenkins – I’m from Chi-raq, you know, Chicago and Iraq.
Person – He is marching over here like a soldier!
Jenkins – I’m from Kiladelphia!
Person – None of those nicknames are working!
Jenkins – I’m from Detroit, home of the bad boy pistons. Isiah Thomas and them. Oh My God I can’t think of anymore places with high crime rates.
Alvin – steps in front of Jenkins and looks left
Person – I’ll watch it on TV runs off
Jenkins – stammering Did you hear where I said I was from?
Alvin – It doesn’t matter where you’re from. It matters where you’re going.
Jenkins – Where am I going?
Alvin – To the hospital, but don’t worry, I’m going to make sure your teeth fly out your mouth and land in each of those places you just named. Home sweet home!