"Hey, Whassup? Whayagoin?" A man greeted me with a smile that is not there.

"Oh, that freakin car broke down and ain't no brother to call fer help. 'Em crazy mutts lickin my car like damn fat Colonel Sander's chicken, yaknowhadamsayin?" , I replied.

"I'm sorry, I am not understanding anything that is coming from your mouth, sir. Can you speak slower?" His head bubbled as he replies.

I sighed. This is going to be a long night...