Yv: Um, ah, Jimmy?
UJ: Yolandi, hi!
UJ: Ah, naw, come in, come in. How ya' doin?
Yv: I've something to ask you...
UJ: Sit down.
Yv: Uh, yeah.
UJ: Calm down. Come sit here, right cheer on my lap.
Yv: Huh? Oh, okay. Uh, well...
UJ: There you go..
Yv: (makes an awkward noise)
UJ: You want some, uh, herbal tea?
Yv: Uh, no thanks.
UJ: You sure?
Yv: I'm fine.
UJ: Okay, yeah, whatever.
Yv: Thanks. Er..
UJ: Ah, Yolandi, look at you. Oh, you're so cute and squishy..
UJ: Look at your little cheeky weekies (sound of skin being slapped)...yeah, it's so cute...
Yv: (makes noises of discomfort)
UJ: Just want to keep you here in my office like a little pet.
UJ: Yeh, and feed you, bathe you, comb your pretty hair.
Yv: (laughs nervously)
UJ: Yeah, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you hear me, Yolandi?
UJ: Yeah, don't let anyone here fuck you around.
UJ: You need anything, you hear me, anything, you come here, to my office, sit right cheer'n my lap, tell Uncle Jimmie what you need...(lip smacking)...*unintelligible* the fuck up, you got that?
YV: Yes, Jimmy.
UJ: No, UNCLE Jimmy. Call me "Uncle Jimmy."
YV: Yes Uncle Jimmy.
Writer(s): Watkin Tudor Jones, Anri du Toit, Anri Visser, Justin de Nobrega
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