“Come on Snoop, just ask out her out,” said Dr. Dre. “The worst thing she can say is no.” Snoop thought for a moment, and then replied. “I don’t know Dre, with so much drama in the LBC, it’s kinda hard being Snoop D-O-Double G. And you already know I don’t love these hoes, what if I hurt her?” Dre instantly replied “Snoop, don’t be ridiculous, I’ve known you since like ’92 and we’ve been doing shit together for years, from touring around the world, to hanging with Pac in the House of Blues, to hitting on fly honies, all while making dope ass gangsta shit throughout. I know that you can ask her out.” Moments passed yet again, before Snoop finally said “Thanks Dre, you the realest nigga.” Hours passed. Snoop was at home, smoking weed and working on his next album. He wanted to ask her out, yet for whatever reason, he couldn’t. Finally, he decided to make a trip to see Rei Ayanami. After a short walk, he arrived at her door. Upon some short inspection, he saw that her mailbox was filled with magazines and school study guides. He knocked on the door, to no answer. Minutes passed. After knocking a couple more times, he decided to come in uninvited. When he walked in, Snoop instantly noticed how messy Rei’s apartment was, very unusual for a woman. Underwear and bandages laced her floor, with a pair of broken glasses on her dresser. After a couple moments, Rei came out of the washroom, seeing Snoop Dogg. After about ten seconds, she said softly “Snoop-kun? Why are you here?” Snoop stuttered a bit, then finally replied “Ayanami, w-would you like to come to the studio and smoke some chronic with me sometime?”