Fair Usher, I would have a word with thee. – Pray, Kells, tell all; I’ll gladly hear thee speak. I’ve met a maid whose aspect charmeth me. She’s named T.T. and hath a rosy cheek. – Alack! Black day! This cannot be the truth! What sayest thou? Thy homie bids thee tell! – I too have bed this wench; my phone holds proof! My heart, it burns with all the fires of hell! – R. Kelly, friend, we must avenge this slight. I’ll call her up, and thou wilt stay concealed; She’ll get into the airport late tonight; We’ll ambush her and all will be revealed! O what a wicked, cruel, and heartless churl! To think that we had messed with the same girl!