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Person A: Female, mob boss, cigar smoker, non-religious, two children, arrogant, homophobic; favourite word: homo.
Person B: Male, Buddhist, serious, outgoing, does yoga, anti-violence, homosexual, monk; favourite word: righteous.
Time/Place/Period: Buddhist temple, spring, year 2000, Beijing, China.
Situation: Female arrives at Buddhist temple with mother to watch her pray.

Beijing, China. Hometown of the 'azn mobsters'. And Ling Ling, their leader.
" This is fa kin su pah! Another day at Temple with motha. I must lei low so nobody see me." Ling murmured.
In walked a man with Ling's mother.
" Ling, kum hia now! I want you to meet Mr. Quest," shouted Ling's mom.
Disconsolate Ling Ling shuffled over to greet this man, who already agitated her with his glistening rainbow tie. A proud homosexual. In other words, Ling's worst nightmare.
" Pleasure to meet you Ms. Ling, and how are you today?"
" Dum fuk, I'm great."
" I beg your pardon? I must have misheard what you said."
" Sum ting wong with hearing? I said I'm great."
" Oh well, that's wonderful, isn't this a splendid temple?"
" Why so dim in hea?"
" Well, it helps set the mood and gives your eyes a chance to relax from the blaring lights of the world."
" Ai must go now, motha you cum or not?"Ling was determined to get out in time as her employees were growing vehement in need of their next missions. She couldn't risk leaving her car in the parking lot with all the goods, unsupervised, either.
" What's the rush. Stay and enjoy."
" Yu stinki pu, I say I go now! I need to wash cah." Ling replied, growing with intolerance for Mr. Quest as she pulled out a cigarette to munch on.
" Ling! Wai yu munching! No good for health!" Bellowed her mother.
" I am getting out of hea, away from you and this fat man."
" You know Ling, a very wise man once said, "We can see, so we are always blind to things deeper than skin," and you must realize.."
Quest attempted to explain to Ling.
" Your chin too fat! So, don't quote me anyting. And I go now!"
Ignorant and bitter Ling stormed, at supersonic speed, out of the temple, towards her BMW Z4. Deciding to leave town forever without return, she bawlled, " Motha you take care of rugrats, I leave you! I can't live with you no more and your religious ways! You and fat man be happy."
And that was the last anyone saw of Ling Ling...