>> trevor: i'm going to miss you grownup harry potter face. they would have taken me as well. i escaped because i snuck into steve harvey's house and stole his mustache and the police couldn't tell the difference between us. i'm so sorry, mrs. harvey, but i'll never be sorry for those nights we shared. so they say is true love. ( phone vibrating ) oh, man. roy? roy, is that you? >> hey, africa, i got your black signal. what's going on? >> trevor: oh, my god! roy! so good to see you, man! it's been years! look, everyone, it's roy wood, jr.! >> what are you doing? >> trevor: i'm making the show. >> making the show? >> trevor: yeah, i snuck back into the studio. >> are you getting paid for this? >> trevor: what? >> are you cutting me out? >> trevor: no, roy. listen, where are you? >> in the inner city. >> trevor: which inner city, roy? >> doesn't matter. black people live here, so, according to trump, it's tinner city. >> trevor: oh marntion, that's pretty messed up. how bad is it for you out there? >> actually, not that bad. no crime, they got rid of the police. they made black