The man rolls his eyes at his employer’s comment. “Bitch means female dog. Get your curse words straight, man. And I’ve got research to do!”“Make them yourself, Ghetsis. I’m not your cook.” He remarks.
“I disowned you eons ago, fool. Go buy some mashed potatoes. You have a brain, right?”“Bitch please, I’ve got the most perfect brain this side of middle earth. I’m getting the mashed potatoes and your coming with me.”