"Woooo-hoo!" Rigby yelled as the wind blew through his fur. Mordecai swerved back and forth on the golf carrinho as he sped down the road with all that the golf carrinho had.
"Dude, this Beast drink is the bomb!" Rigby exclaimed, sticking his head out the side of the golf carrinho as he took a giant gulp of the purple energy drink. "Where'd you get it?"
"The attic!" Mordecai replied, popping a wheelie as he cracked open another tall can. "Benson keeps some crazy drinks up there!"

"Aww yeah!! Let's get this party started!" Exclaimed muscle man as he opened the door to at least a hundred people. "Bro,...

oi Mordecai, guess what! What Rigby? They are selling fist bomba tickets tonight! Woo! Fist pump! Cmon dude wew already went. We will never do that again. Okay? Okay fine. Geez Mordecai why are so boring? Dude, cmon Im sorry. Margaret walked by. Huh....Mordecai dreams of going out with Margaret and stares at her. What are you doing? Oh me uh nothing Rigby. Im not staring at anything! I didnt ask if you were staring at anyone. Aw crap! What? Mordecai says. You were staring at Margaret! No I wasnt! Why dont you ask her out then? Its not that easy. Here let me help you. oi Margaret come here...