Okay here we go
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Ratchet: If you don't give us a clean room we're not staying.
Mags: You're going to find any better rooms then the Clown Motel, pal.
Ratch: The fu** kinda motel is this?
Mags: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT KIND OF FU***** MOTEL IS THIS PAL?!
Mags: Look around, it's the best on the block! IT'S A CLOWN MOTEL! IT'S FULL OF CLOWNS!
Mags: DO YOU WANT A ROOM OR NOT?! COME ON!
Everyone: *wheezing*
Ratch: Listen fool, if you can't get us a fu***** room! I'm gonna give you a one star review on yelp- bit**!
Mags: Oh my Primus you ain't going to give me s*** pal! Either buy a room or get out!
Mags: I thought this was the Clown Motel, but a couple of clowns just walked through my door!
Ratchet: WHAT THE FU** DID YOU CALL ME DAWG?! I'M GOING FULL MEXICAN ON YOUR BIT** A**!
Ratchet: *in Spanish* YOU BETTER GIVE US A FU***** ROOM IF NOT- IF NOT IMMA TAKE YOUR EYES OUT DAWG!
Mags: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE'S SAYING! Dude what the fu** is he saying. Dude I don't speak Taco Bell!
Op: *dying of laughter*
Ratch: *in Spanish* LOOK WEY! IMMA COUNT TO 3! If at 3 you don't GIVE US A CLEAN ROOM DAWG-
Mags: WHAT IS THIS FU***** GUY SAYING?!
Op: We don't know...
Mags: Can I get someone who speaks some fu***** ENGLISH!
Mags: THIS IS ENGLISH LAND!
Mags: WE
Mags: SPEAK
Mags: ENGLISH!
Ratch: *still speaking spanish* Come and show us our rooms fool!
Mags: Okay that's it, that's it you son of a bit**! You're coming with me pal, come on!
Ratch: *in Spanish* Vamos a bailar!
Mags: WE'RE WALKING HERE!
Ratch: VAMOS!
Mags: Come on kid! Hurry it up!
Mags: Blah blah blah, taco taco taco! Come on!
Mags: *screaming*
Mags: BUNCH OF CLOWNS! What are you doing-
Ratch: *in Spanish* Welcome to the Clown Motel. Where we have a pendejo (stupid a**) clown idiot!
Ratch: *holding a gun out and in Spanish* Give me my room wey!
Mags: What's he saying?
Op: I-I don't know dude...
Mags: Sounded kinda mean
Op: Sounds like a typical American story. A Mexican just stole an American's job Magnus. You're unemployed. You're done.
Everyone: Pfft-
Op: He's taken your job, that's how the world works Magnus. They-they come in and take your job Magnus. Nothing you could do about it.
Mags: I-I used to own the Clown Motel...but I'm nothing but a clown.
Ratch: *in English* Yeah get the fu** out of here this is out motel now!
Op: Bee now you can stay in whatever room you want.
Bee: Alright dope, can we get a room for 3 please.
Ratch: Hell yeah dawg!
Everyone: *laughing*
Bye!