I don't lie. Besides the cornbread, I ain't gonna lie. Stop cooking. For me. It ain't terribly suspicious.

Holy fuck, I would fuck the shit out of them fucking chicken wings, god damn. That corn omagapita na maguiho.

It ain't gonna slide down easy, but ain't cheesy, and it ain't cheesy, so it ain't slide down easy.

Why are your foos touching? Uh-uh! No, it's not.

Yeah, the protein cornbread is burnt. Oh my god

Why the fuck is your food touching? Nak! No.

I ain't even gonna lie, all that food is nuts. It's not even Thanksgiving. Then you got hot sauce over everything. Yams and all. That's insane.

Hell no, just by looking at this shit bro, you got this shit stacked up like sardine, where your cornbread touching everything. Fuck you, oh my, you got this, you need to just call up in the shower, you know you got roaches calling up in your fucking house, bro. I can't, I would not be paid to fucking eat that. I don't give a fuck

Why is the greens on top of the corn? Why is the potato salad next to the chicken? And why the hell is the cornbread next to the potato salad and the corn? Get yourself together.