Cashier girl: Hello, sir. What can I get you today?
Eric Devendorf: Yo, yo, lemme hit up some uh dat strawberry and cream frappucino, ya heard?
CG: OK. What size would you like?
ED: Girl, y'all know what size I want. The size of DEEZ NUTS, am I right?
CG: That's disgusting.
ED: You know you like that, girl. Gimme a large. Yo, A-Raut, order yo damn coffee, son!
Andy Rautins (pushing frame of thick-rimmed glasses): Hello, miss. I would rather enjoy a, uh, a Tazo iced tea. Yes indeed, that would be splendid!
CG: OK, sir. Would you like a large or a small?
ED (interrupting): Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a got-damn minute.
Did y'all just insult my boy? Tell me y'all just did not insult my boy.
A-Raut ain't drink anything but the finest and largest weak iced teas on this earf.
AR: Please, Eric. Calm down. It's OK. This young lass was just asking if I wanted a particular sized iced tea.
ED: No! You listen to me, A-Raut. Y'all cain't let people like Brandon Walters, Eugene Harvey or this little coffee girl step to you like that.
CG: Excuse me?
ED: YOU HEARD ME! YOU INSULTED MY BOY. THIS IS MY HOME COFFEE SHOP!
I guess you just made a mistake, yo.
I think it's about time we step outside, girl. Y'all can't talk to my boy like that. I dun like people steppin' to my friends.
(The cashier girl and Devendorf step outside, where they argue further. It comes to blows.)
(The next morning...)