Spencer: *parks in front of a dingy, run-down, apartment building where a lot of windows are broken, rap music is blaring, and the muffled sound of people arguing* So.....you live here?
Onyx: Yep.
*Gets out and Spencer follows*
Spencer: And, um, why?
Onyx: It's cheap and not that bad.
Spencer: Not that bad?
What do you consider 'bad'?
Onyx: *steps into the building* A dumpster.
Spencer: *as they go up the stairs* ...a dumpster's too luxurious for a place like this.
*They eventually come to Onyx's apartment and see the door busted open*
Spencer: Oh my god! You've been robbed!
Onyx: Relax; it was probably those guys that live down the hall form me. They break into here all the time.
Spencer: What!?
Onyx: Besides, I don't really keep anything of value in there.
Spencer: *looks around and see that everything is either broken, too old to use, or just plain missing* You just live here?
Onyx: Well, just for sleep and shelter.
Spencer: ..... Onyx, this place is falling apart, there's absolutely nothing here, and someone could barge in and kill you without warning.
Onyx: I doubt that would actually happen.
Spencer: No, you're not staying here any longer.
Onyx: What do you mean?
Spencer: Tomorrow, you're out of here.
*They suddenly hear gunshots*
Spencer: Scratch that, you're coming with me right now.
Onyx: Who are you to impose on my lifestyle?
Spencer:
*He grabs Onyx and throws him over his shoulder*
Onyx:
Spencer! Put me down!
Spencer: *ignores him*
*starts to carry him out of the building*
Onyx:
I can't believe you....
*They get back to Spencer's car, and Spencer sits Onyx in the front seat and he goes and gets in the driver's side*
Onyx: *stares bemused at Spencer* Dude!
Spencer: Don't 'Dude!' me, *starts car* you're not staying there as long as I have a say in it.
Onyx: Then what am I supposed to do!? Where am I supposed to stay then!?
Spencer: You're moving in with me.
Onyx: WHAT!?
What do you mean, I'm moving in with you!?
Spencer: You're going to live with me; it's that simple.
Onyx: I don't fit in with prestigious people like you.
Spencer: I don't care, as long as I know that you won't be the rape and/or murder victim of some drug addict who already murder his twelfth girlfriend.
Onyx: Oh my god, you're being ridiculous.
*A minute passes of silence*
Onyx: ...are you being serious? Me moving in with you?
Spencer: Yeah. You're not saying you actually liked that place?
Onyx: Oh god no; the old lady that lived across from me has sores on her neck, and there's a creepy one-eyed pigeon on my fire escape.
Spencer: Then it's settled; you're living with me for now one.
Onyx: But I don't own anything....
Spencer: So, I'll buy you anything your little heart desires.
Onyx: Nooooo..... I don't want to be a burden.
Spencer: It's no problem, I don't mind spoiling you.
Onyx: .....thanks.
Spencer: It's no problem.