Yo man! Where's yaw disk, man? If I wut you, man, I'd a-mosey ova to the blurred behinda da coun'er an' say, "Hey man, I ain't buyin' none of this here mah-gazine without any of them there disks, man." Yo. Hang loose bro'.

TRANSLATION: Hello my friend! Where is your disk? If I were you, friend, I'd saunter over to the nice man behind the kiosk and say politely, "Excuse me, I can't buy this magazine if the disk is not affixed to it." Goodbye. And don't wear tight underpants.