A creator, playing a customer, enters a vintage clothing store and asks the two clerks if they make custom shirts. The clerks misunderstand and assume he's a rapper looking for merchandise, leading to a comedic exchange about stereotypes and musical aspirations. The customer clarifies he needs shirts for a chaotic family reunion, describing his uncle's tendency to fight, which prompts the clerks to realize the true nature of his request.
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Yo. Y'all do custom shirts? Like merch? You a rapper or something? Oh, why you asking me if he can rap? Because he black? No. No, look. Why you and I can rap? Can you? Of course not. But I'm from Florida. Everybody in Florida can rap, except for me. I feel that. I wanted to be J. Cole. I I wanna be Kodak. I wanna be power line from Goofy Movie. Oh, you like Chris Brown? Oh, no. No. I didn't say all that. I said a very black cartoon. It's a father son story. It's an allegory for the school to prison pipeline rank. Okay, Cherry Boy. That's Usher. No. That's cheating. Kiki Palmer... Wait. So what's the merch for? I ain't say merch. I need shirts for Family Beauty. But we don't do custom shirts. Yeah. It's more like sports stuff. Oh, that's perfect. Bro, y'all got helmets? My uncle love this slap box. A cup of sweet tea turned to Floyd Mayweather. Oh, he's illiterate. What happen if he rank dark liquor? They turned to Mike Tyson. Oh, you're gonna need a canine food. Yeah. He bite hard, strong. He lock on to tier. White meat. You're gonna bleed. Are both sides of the family coming or just one? Better last time, bro? Just one. What happened last time? Spades. Money games. Dollar buy ins. That'll do it.