Elder:Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?
Peace:Can we get back to the matter at hand? Some of us have jobs.
Miller:True.
Brody:What’s the matter at hand? How Riley is whipped? Pa-chang!
Riley:You wish you were whipped.
Brody:Nope. I do the whipping. Not the other way around.
Peace:Ew. I do not need to hear about what Brody gets up to in the bedroom.
Miller:Agree.
Riley:Brody’s telling tall tales anyway.
Brody:Sure. Let’s pretend you know the truth.
Damon:Who’s Soleil again?
Riley:Brody’s sugar mamma.
Brody:Hey! What about twin powers? You’re supposed to support me against the rest of these yahoos.
Riley:Twin powers don’t apply when we’re discussing your sugar mamma.
Brody:I don’t have a sugar mama.
Elder:What do you call an older woman whose house you live in and whose bed you sleep in?
Brody:If you say sugar mama, I’m putting a bug on your phone.
Elder:Oh no! I’m soooo scared. Brody’s going to make my phone quack like a duck when it rings. Someone save me!
Brody:Quack like a duck is for amateurs. I was thinking more scream bloody murder.
Elder:You wouldn’t.
Brody:I’ll make sure to call you when you’re delivering beer.
Elder:You’re an asshole.
Brody:I prefer the word talented but I understand you’re jealous and lashing out at me.
Elder:Why the hell would I be jealous of you?
Brody:See the aforementioned talent.
Riley:Aforementioned? When did Brody learn big words?
Damon:I can still remember when he called me Amon after the Egyptian god.
Brody:I called you Amon because I couldn’t pronounce the D, not because I thought you were a god, asshole.
Damon:Aw. Did we hurt little baby Brody’s feelings?
Brody:I’ve had it. I’m infecting all of your phones with bugs.