“The only thing ‘yo’ has assimilated into is the ‘dated speech’ category,” Eisen returned the laugh and shook his head. “I don’t think our jeans are nearly baggy enough to pull that off. And we clearly lack the sideways hats and undue sense of entitlement, too,” he added. “Also, I think instead of ‘street talk,’ I’m totally calling it ‘z-laden slang’ from here on out,” he said, deadpan.
It was true. Mushroom-sausage pizza had been the official dinner of bad movie night for ages now. “You mean instead of a large pizza, order a medium?” he joked. “I almost ordered Chinese this time. Maybe next time.”
The smirk on Eisen’s face could have rivaled the Cheshire cat’s. “Why on Earth would I ever say something like that, Rory?” His own tone mimicked his friend’s. “Though I guess with that implication, I would be saying that I share that same unfortunate trait, wouldn’t I? Damn, shot myself in the foot.”