I know you're kind were the ones who sold them to us, don't need to mock us about it.My dear inferior, perhaps I can translate it for you?
"Jefro you see here it's like when mama make them good fried chicken and you can smell the crispy oil from a gallon of milk away and it just brings you into the kitchen and you say 'hoo lawd am I eatin' fine tonight' but it's not chicken it's the fentanyl feeling but when watching them moving pictures on the magic box them there kids enjoy."
"See You Later Space Cowboy."