DC, Meet Jersey

A couple months back, Marina's college crew had met up in DC. Oon and Matthew and some of Oon's friends were walking back from dinner when a certain gentleman out on his front stoop gave a catcall to one of the ladies in the group. They stopped and pointed out that he was being really disrespectful. He didn't like hearing that and things escalated until he came down the steps and got in Matthew's face:

"You wanna call the fuckin' cops, they rite down there. Call the fuckin' cops, I fuckin' dare ya."
"Sir, I'd call a dentist before I'd call a cop if I were you."
"What did you just say??"
"1-800-DENTIST. Dial it up, ok? Sir, you could open cans with those chompers."

As they walked away, feeling as though this man had been knocked down a peg and put in his place, he starts shouting after them. Oon turned around and screamed back, "FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!" Later, Oon told Marina, "We brought that Jersey street shit to DC, honey." Hell to the mutha-fuckin' yeah on that one.