Plot: Taco tries to get a room for Mic and herself but stuff gets a bit complicated...
Taco: Ahh- We'll take a clean room, how about a clean room? You got a clean room?
OJ: Yeah, lemme check if I have a clean room.
He checks but lies instantly
OJ: Oh look at that, I don't. Would you like the roach room or the murder room?
Taco: What happened in the murder room exactly?
OJ: Ahhh.. a couple days ago, some bitch ate some kid's crayons and he threw her out of the balcony and cut her legs off. Would you like the murder room or the roach room?
Taco holds Mic's hand OwO
Taco: Listen fool, if you CAN'T get us a clean room. We're not staying here.
OJ: You're not gonna find any better rooms than the Clown Motel pal.
Taco rages.
Taco: The f-[REDACTED] kind of motel is this?!
OJ rages too.
OJ: What do you mean, "WhAt kInD oF f[REDACTED] mOtEl iS thIs?" PAL?! Look around you! It's the BEST. ON. THE. ISLAND! It's owned by OJ! ME, OJ!
Paper and Microphone laugh.
OJ: DO YOU WANT A F-[REDACTED] ROOM OR NOT?! C'MON!
More laughter.
Taco: Listen fool, if you can't get us a f-[REDACTED] room. I'm gonna give you a 1-star review on Yelp, BITCH!
OJ: Oh my god.. You're not gonna give me shit, pal! Either buy a room or get out! I thought this was the Clown Motel, but a couple of CLOWNS just walked through my door!
Taco snaps.
Taco: WHAT THE F-[REDACTED] DID YOU CALL ME DAWG?! I'M GOING FULL MEXICAN ON YOUR BITCH-ASS! [Insert Mexican insults and shit]
OJ looks around.
OJ: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT SHE'S SAYING!
Microphone chuckles.
OJ: WHAT THE F-[REDACTED] IS SHE SAYING?! DUDE I DON'T SPEAK TACO BELL!!
Paper wheezes.
Taco: [In Spanish/Mexican] LISTEN FOOL. IMA COUNT TO 3 IF AT 3 YOU DON'T GIVE US A CLEAN ROOM-
OJ: WHAT IS THIS F-[REDACTED] GUY SAYING?!
Mic: We don't know-
OJ: CAN I GET SOMEONE WHO SPEAKS SOME F-[REDACTED] ENGLISH?!?!
OJ pounds on the reception table.
OJ: THIS IS IS ENGLISH LAND! WE. SPEAK. ENGLISH!
Taco: [In Spanish/Mexican] Come and show us our rooms.
OJ: Alright, that's it. That's it you British-Mexican bitch.
He grabs Taco and walks off.
Microphone and Paper walk after them.
OJ: COME ON!
Taco : Vamos avala-
OJ: WE'RE WALKING HERE! 👹x2 DUDE SHUT UP!
Taco still tries to talk.
OJ: BLAH BLAH BLAH! TACO TACO TACO! COME ON! CLOWNS HOTEL MAN WHAT PA- BUNCH OF CLOWNS!
Taco sits on the reception desk.
OJ: What are you doing.
Taco: [In Spanish/Mexican] Welcome to the Clown Motel! Where we have a STUPID ASS CLOWN IDIOT. Give me my room fool..
OJ faces Mic: What's she saying?
Microphone: I dunno dude..
Paper: Sounded kinda mean..
