>Infestigate the fat, black man near the truck.

"Playa! What's the score? How they hangin an' all that commotion. Welcome to Fat Larry's Truck O' Mack! The only store fo' all yo needs afta 10 o'clock. I am the proprietor and salesman of the month several years in a row; the ladies call me "Oh, God!", but you can call me Fat Larry with a F-A-T 'cause I know I got a weight problem and I just don't give a fuck.
>What do you have in the truck?
"Now that is a legitimate question, but a better question would be: what don't I got in this truck? Cuz at Fat Larry's, my motto is: "Everything's got a price, but I probably know somebody who can get it anyway."
>Do you sell counterfeit basketball jerseys or something?

"Counterfeit?!? Man I look like one of those peanut-headed, rock-smokin' brothers sellin' S-H-A-C-K they made at there momma's house? I'm the real deal, OG, man in the alley with what you need. Counterfeit! Wh-why you gotta be like that?"
>Show me what you're selling
"Nahaa- now that's what I like to hear. But it's like this: I save my best stuff for select clientele. Now that don't mean I don't appreciate your bu'ness, it's just you know, bu'ness."
>Show me the merchandise.
"Shit it's time for grand slam World O' Darkness thread in this house. How you brother's and wonder girls be feelin' 'bout that WODMMO that's in pro-duction?"