Nas,

I'm missing you sweety. How can you leave me like this? Sniff sniff. Sob sob. Come back come back where ever you are.

Nas's father turns his gaze from his son to the other bokas rolling around the ground, screaming, bouncing, and hitting themselves in the face. But one of them, the second in command in the group, sees that all this is not working. After getting a nod and a pursed lip from Nas, who at this point is white in the face and his hands look yellow, drained of blood, the commander steps up with his hands raised, smiling, with his head slightly tilted to the right.

"Uncle...c'mon uncle. This is your only son Uncle. If he doesn't spend your money, who will?"