Two robbers broke into a house one night.
"Yo', Robert! Check this out!" One of the men spoke with his thick New York City accent, poking at a children's piggy bank.
The man, assumed to be Robert looked at him with shocked, wide eyes.
"Trent! That's a child's piggy bank, bro!" Robert said in a loud whisper, shocked.
"Yeah, I know, idiot. There must be loads in here," Trent said with amazement, lifting the piggy bank up.
"Holla, holla, holl-up," Robert said, suddenly showing his ghetto side.
Trent looked at him amused, still holding the piggy bank in his arms.
"You will not be stealing from some chald, man. That's just wrong!" Robert threw a face of disgust at Trent.
Trent sighed and put down the piggy bank.
"It's not that big of a deal, man," Trent said. Robert's jaw dropped.
"You disgust me!" Robert yelled, running out the door.
Trent's eyes fogged up.
"No, man! You- you- I love ya', man! Don't go! I won't-" He sobbed as he ran out of the door, after Robert.