Three people sit in a living room awaiting the return of their friend, Alex, from the other room

Monique: I’ll bet he’s going to tell us he’s proposing to Megan.

Greg: Maybe, he sure has been acting strange lately.

Chris: Maybe he’s gay.

Alexander comes out of the other room. He’s dressed in FUBU and is wearing Blackface. Everyone gasps.

Alex: Thanks for coming you guys.

Chris: Wow.

Alex: You are all my closest friends. Especially you Greg. I didn’t want to keep this from my homies anymore.

Greg: What, that you’re a racist?

Monique: Alex-

Alex: It’s Patrice now.

Monique: This is horrible, are you trying to be funny?

Alex: No! I’m not racist and this is no joke.

Chris: Not even a racist joke?

Alex: Guys, I’m not playin’, this is who I am. I’m trans racial.

Monique: What?

Alex: I’m a black man who was born into a white man’s body. Now I’m claiming my true identity… real talk.

Chris: I didn’t know that was a thing.

Alex: It is according to my internet support group. They said you guys might not understand, that you would be wack about it.

Monique: What is that in your pants?

Alex: It’s a prosthetic.

Chris: You bought a prosthetic penis to go over your real penis?

Alex: Actually I made it out of Salami, yo.

Greg: You are so out of line it’s ridiculous.

Alex: I’m dissapointed in you Greg. I thought you would understand.

Greg: Why, because I’m black?

Alex: Because we’re black.

Greg: Those are my missing clothes you’re wearing!

Alex: YOU IN MY HOUSE BITCH!

Greg jumps to his feet

Greg: Don’t you even!

Alex: You better get ready to die ni-

Alex hesitates at saying the word as Greg mad dawgs him.

Alex: Ni-, uh… N-word.

Greg: That’s what I thought. You ain’t a real nigguh. C’mon Monique. We’re leaving.

Monique: I’m sorry, but this thing is weird.

Monique and Gregory leave.

Chris: I still support you.

Alex: Thanks Chris, I appreciate that, even though you whitey.

Chris: Actually, I’m Cuban.

Alex: Ew.