Dunkey burst through the front doors of his junior high-school with a swagger in his step and a thinking-about-his-new-wolf-shirt gleam in his eye. Babes turned their heads to look and dudes also, but to look with jealousy. Strutting, Dunkey came upon his best friend Tay-Bozz who glanced quickly around and then shouted, “Slam-Dunkey! My man! What’s that, a wolf? Haha AH-OOOOOO! Lookin fly like I don’t know why! But yeah I do, because it’s that shirt and that’s a true!” He said, rhyming.
“T-Bozz, it’s my new shirt! It’s a wolf! I don’t have to wear the stupid chocolatey milk shirt ever again! I think things are going to start going really good for ole’ Dunkey Diggs!”
“Aint that the howling truth!” said Tay-Bozz spinning around in a circle. “And my Dunk, aint you sportin some new fache’ hair too, or am I a medium-rare sirloin mistaken?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with that,” said Dunkey proudly stroking his new chin whiskers.