Rizhall: Yo, son.
Rizhall: So I made like a bunch of tiny paper cranes.
Rizhall: I'm thinking of places I can place them in the house to freak everyone out when they wake up.
dundun: 1. What the fuck is wrong with you?
dundun: 2. Do you guys drink tea or coffee?
Rizhall: Usually tea.
dundun: Leave one in there.
Rizhall: Aight.
dundun: God.
dundun: I remember I made 1000 of those for Ate Neneng and she hung them by her window.
dundun: Then two months later the house burned down.
Rizhall: Shit.
dundun: Never again.
Rizhall: Maybe I should reconsider.

dundun: What's hood.
Rizhall: Son.
Rizhall: Nobody's said anything about the cranes yet.
dundun: r
dundun: No one's found anything
dundun: ?
Rizhall: They've been moved around.
Rizhall: So they're seeing it.
Rizhall: They're just... not saying anything.
dundun: So basically what you're telling me
dundun: Is you do bullshit like this so much that people don't even care anymore?
dundun: "Oh, it's just another one of those toothpicks in a tube things again."