Changly is on the Steps

That runt dick, he saidt, lives down the street in a dark, needy, nasty shack. Needs attention, its a patch, like him eth. Runt lawn a shadow. No anything but dust on dirt. No pretty there, no light to it. Man, you fall in lookin at it.
Me: Coffee?
Changly: Yeah, mud like that, that runt dick you tossed.
Me (laughing): Changly, would you like coffee!?