WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO NAME THIS GUY

She kissed him on the cheek.

"Yaaaaaaay andyoucancoachme--anyway, go out and find me someone with a fine ass."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me--I want the most fine-ass mofo you can find, bro."

"...Just...I'll see what I can do."

She held out her fist for him to bump.

He shook it awkwardly.

Vani frowned at him like he was completely fucktarded.

"...I'm sorry."

"...Let's try that again."

"...what am I supposed to do?"

"Pound it. With your fist."

"...Okay." He said, failing epically when he tried.

"...Try again," she prodded.

He tried again, failing just as hard.

She sighed, bumping her own fists together as a demonstration.

"Now you try."

He tried like she showed him, yet, he was still just as shitty.

She sighed.

"Let's hope you judge sexual prowess better than you fist."

"It's not my fault I'm bad at this!"

She giggled.

"It's okay, I still love you--somehow."

He sighed.

"...that's something, at least."

She kissed him on the cheek.

"See, this is why we should visit the ghetto."

"No, not unless we're on a mission."

"...There is a mission."

"That's fine, then."

"Let's go then!!" she demanded.