"That sucks, man, getting a 'Dear John' letter."
"It's bad for sure but not the worst."
"What are you talking about?"
"I got one too; a double whammy when my ol' lady split."
"In one door and out the other; ain't no thang."
"Maybe not to you, but we were married."
"You were married?"
"Not for long, married right after Basic Training; got the news about four months ago."
"Double whammy?"
"Ya, said my dog died too."
"What kind of dog?"
"Does it matter? He's dead."
"I'm just trying to be sensitive, bro."
"Right."
"No, really, what kind of dog was it."
"All American Mexican Chihuahua."
"Chihuahua? That's not a dog. It's a rat."
"He'd take a big chunk out of your black ass."
"Ya, maybe nibble on my ankle. How'd he die, get caught in a rat trap?"
"Shut up fool. I sure miss Ricky."
"That your ex's name?"
"My dog's.
"Ricky, who names their dog Ricky?"
"Short for Ricardo."
"Maybe Retardo."
"Ricky Ricardo numbskull, a great Latino."
"Ya, I know who he is. I got a TV back home."
"Probably stole it."
"If your rat is Ricky, who are you, Fred or Lucy?"
"What's it to you anyway, hot rod?"
"You're getting a little sensitive over a dead rat. No wonder your 'ol lady left you."
"You're crossing the line, dude."
"I'm just having a little fun. Relax, Lucy."
"Okay, that's it. Leave."
"What?"
"Ya, get out and don't come back."
"Wait a minute, broham, I thought we were brothers."
"Not anymore; that's what you get for dissin' Ricky."