"Oh that's IT! NOW THEY'VE GONE TOO FUCKING FAR!" bellowed Andy Espresso.
"What is it, snookums?" cooed his "friend", Gavin. He stood behind Andy, affectionately rubbing Andy's shoulders.
"FUCKING N******! NOW THEY'RE TRYING TO SAY MY MORNING COFFEE IS RACIST TOO! FUCKING BUNG N***** COCK! THEY'RE NOT PEOPLE! BUNG ROT SAVAGES!"
"Andy, love, calm down!" pleaded Gavin. "This stress, it can't be good for your stents. I've told you so many times, you have to stop worrying about the blacks so much. Soon we'll be living together down south, where there's hardly any coloreds at all! Now come here, ya big lug, let's hug it out."
"You're right, Gavin" sniffled Andy. "It's just that the house isn't ready yet, they messed up the outlet plate and the toilet seat in the inconsequential bathroom, the "no gurls allowed" clubhouse isn't even finished, and now this n***** shit. It's all too much sometimes" Andy wimpily lisped.
"It'll all be fine, Andy, as long as we have each other" Gavin purred. "Let's get some beers in you and just relax tonight. No n***** tweets, no karaoke time, no tranny porn, just some quality "guy time" for the two of us."
"OOOHHHH tranny porn!" Andy excitedly squealed.
"Oh, Andy!", Gavin giggled. "You are just SO depraved sometimes! Tee hee!"
"HahaHAholeeeeeeshit! Depraved! I'm depraved?"