Here's one.
*Peter and his friends are talking to Chris*
Peter: Look, Chris, we all know you're getting into some gang related activty. I know it seems fancy now, with the hip talk, and the booze, and the whores, and the booze...but you're really getting yourself into deep trouble. Ask Cleaveland, he knows better then anyone.
Chris: You were in a gang?!
Cleaveland: In a gang? I was the leader of one of the largest gangs in New York!
Chris: What happened?
Cleaveland: Well, there was this big meeting one time and...well, it didn't really work out.
*cut to "The Warriors, where Cleaveland stands in front of hundreds of gang members*
Cleaveland: Can you dig it? Can you dig it?! CAN YOU DIG IIIIIIIT?!
*everyone cheers. Suddenly, a shot is heard and Cleaveland falls out of the tower. As everyone panics, the Warriors are accused of the shooting, and Cleaveland is dragged into an empty hall*
Riff member: Cyrus, are you okay?
Cleaveland: Uugh..they shot me! I can't believe they shot me!
Riff member: Dude, no kiddin'. Uh, you okay?
Cleaveland: ...Yeah, yeah I am! Huh, that's weird.
*murmurs of agreement*
Cleaveland: Honestly, whatever happened to good manners? Didn't I tell those fools no guns?
*members murmer agreements*
Cleaveland: You know what, screw this! I stick my neck out and try to get our fellow man together, and what happens? I get shot!
Riff member: Uncool, man. Uncool.
Cleaveland: I can't take it anymore! I'm outta here.
Riff member: But what about the shooter, Cyrus?
Cleaveland: It was the Rogues gang!
Riff member: Really? How do you know?
Cleaveland: Because they're douchebags! And for God's sake, don't call me Cyrus anymore. It's Cleaveland! Like the city!
*Cleaveland walks off*
Riff member: Boy, guess we better tell those folks it wasn't the Warriors.
*murmers of agreement, until another Riff member gets on the scene*
Riff member: Dudes, that crazy Japanese game just came in!
Others: Pac-man?
Riff member: Yeah!
All: AWESOME!
*they all run off*