Tyrese and Vance were in the food court at the mall, where they always went after practice.
"Dude, that catch you made over Maloney was classic. I could of sworn I overthrew it", said Vance through a mouthful of chili fries.
"You did, just a little bit. But when you got hops like me, it don't matter. Just keep lobbing them up and I'll keep pulling them down", said Tyrese.
"Will do buddy".
"Excuse me", said the stranger, "would you two mind taking part in a survey for the local paper".
"Sure", the two said as they looked the guy over. He was scrawny, pale fellow with big glasses and clipboard in his hand. His clothes looked a couple sized to big for him and his mustache looked drawn on. He wore a fedora that hid his hair from view. He was an odd-looking guy, they thought, but so are most journalists, so they paid it no mind.
"I'm doing an investigation on the young males idea of the perfect woman. So, tell me, what the perfect woman looks like to you?"
"No brainer", said Vance, "big tits, long legs, round ass".
"I'm going to need a little more detail than that", said the journalist.
"Um, really big titties, really long legs, and a really fat ass", responded Tyrese.
"Nothing else?", asked the journalist.
"What else do you need?", said Vance, putting his hand up for a high-five which his friend reciprocated.
"Ok, how about personality-wise?"
"I need a girl to treat me like a king. Cook, clean, down for sex whenever I want, and quiet too. I don't want a bitch that's too chatty", said Vance.
"Yeah, only things I need her to say are "yes master, more master, harder master, and here's your sandwich master," added Tyrese.
The reporter looked down at his clipboard, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with the chauvinistic pigs he was interviewing. "Well I think I've got enough information. Thank you gentlemen for your time".
"No problem brother man", said Tyrese.
"Happy to help", added Vance.