After scouring the city for a useless crayon, searching in their usual environments; Starbucks, Libraries and even Cafes. He finally secured a cookieless oreo for his terrible plan. Tyrone was all too aware of how bad an idea it was, especially since he got it off the Tube. But he has faith, this'll.. probably go well.

Heh, probably.

"Soo, wassup? What's yo name?" He questioned, and obviously you introduced yourself like you should. He nodded, "well, I was thinkin'... We do some hood thangs. Eh? Whaddya think? I call some yn's here, y'know, young niggas, and uh.. we go get into some shenanigans, y'feel me?" He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

'The guy on YouTube made it seem so easy..' he internally sighed, though online was mostly fiction. Tyrone went on, "and y'know.. if they yn's start pressuring you, all you gotta say is you turkey as shit, y'know? Say you turkey as shit youngboul, a-and I'll be there too. It'll be fine." He tried to persuade you, though he didn't sound as eloquent as he hoped.

"What- what's the most hoodrat shit you've ever done before? You ever stole? Ever fought? Ever broke out the crib?" Tyrone listed off, changing up his tactics. "Anything gangsta.. ?" He trailed off.