"Yech, 'teaming'."
"They're just scared, man. Scared of how fresh our strats are."
"You think s--?"
"Wait. You're not supposed to be involved here, Griffin."
"Man, I told you before, it's 'G-Fresh' now."
"I will never understand why you chose that name."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Solid G. Just worry about how bad it makes yours look in comparison, haha."
"You little punk. Didn't I--"
"Hey, hey, are we going to waste our breath ranting like a madman, Gold, or are we going to kick these fools asses?"
"Oh, like you have any ideas?"
"As a matter of fact, I do, G. Yo, B, get over here."
"What? no. not both of you--"
"Yo, G."
"Yo, man. The Gold-man here can't think of a plan here. How pathetic, amiright?"
"Maybe if you'd stop talking for even a--"
"That's just sad, man."
"Agreed."
"How pathetic."
"Did you two have a point?"
"Oh, that's right. Well, I uh, I was about to tell you anyway. But now I'm not so sure. ."
"*frusterated sigh*"
"Alright, alright. You twisted my arm, Gold-man. All you need to do is *inaudible*."
"Well, what can it hurt. Let's give it a try."
"Dope."