I mean I hope you plan t'eat this here after all this cookin'. I thought we could go out an' sell it t'some ole lady like t'eat chicken. The kitchen was filling up with the aroma of chicken and sauce. Darryl's stomach growled loudly. Socrates asked him.
Boys is always hungry.
That's how they get to be men. You just crazy. If you know you hungry then you know you need sumpin'. Socrates smiled then. His broad black face shone with delight.