Jarren starting to sound like an abusive husband with Manure as the flinchy cowering wife. Pretty soon he’ll be threatening to leave if the gravy on his pregame biscuits is too lumpy.
Jarren: “Bytch, you see these lumps! Boutta be some lumps popping up on your cabeza if you don’t get this **** straight! Dig?!”
Manure: “Sorry, honey. I know how hard you work. I’ll get you some new smooth gravy right away.” (Rushes over to retrieve the dish from on an obviously seething Jarren).
Jarren dumps the boiling hot lumpy gravy on Manure’s freshly pomade’d coiffe. Then boots Manure in the *** as Manure scurries off to whisk up some fresh gravy.