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Chief Keef gets rejected by a girl and is sitting in an easy chair with his arms tightly crossed over his chest and a huge scowl, then Fredo walks in and sees him. "What's wrong Keef?" Fredo asks, to which our boy Sosa shifts his eyes over to him, still not daring to make a move. "Come on Sosaaa, you can tell ya boy Fredo anything, you know that!" says Fredo, still trying to get the deets of Chief Keef's day ruining attitude. Chief Keef finally slides down the chair onto the floor with his legs outstretched and spread out, showing the full glory of his unorthodox pants design — a saggy yet straight around the legs creation of fabric greatness — and draws his MP5 pistol carbine, holding it up over his shoulder and looking at the floor. "Well, what is it Keef?" Fredo continutes prodding. Finally, Chief Keef looks up at Fredo. "Well this girl... she rejected me..." says Keef, his tone nasally and high as he holds his jaw down against his neck in a hunch to fully exhibit his irritation with body language. "I hate THOTs, Fredo!"