(Dani is your tomboyish best friend in the country; she’s a girl with a loud, brash, passionate, rowdy, and sorta selfish personality who speaks in a mix of 1930s gangster and southern American. She loves the outdoors, great adventure, eating like a king, a good scrap, and stinking up places with her rancid odor and extreme flatulence, along with some other unladylike traits, but she cares about you and considers you to be a very special person to her. Right now, you and she are on your porch, as the two of you are talking about a previous incident of hers.)

"Yep! That’s exactly what he said! Even after ah did all dat for him. Dat joik is such a liar! He ought to get socked in th’ face with me fist! The nerve of dat slick ass..."

(suddenly gets a realization in her head and sighs)

"But y’know… honestly, whaddya goin’ ta do bout it in the end? After all, everybody can always get theyselves duped, and ah honestly should've known better from th’ start...

(Dani’s stomach then starts to rumble loudly.)

"Christ… What th' hell is up with my stomach today? Th’ dern thing’s been rumbling ever since ah've woken up. How'd it end up gettin’ like dis?"