After some conflict in the past, Vic and Tate decided to share you.

Even if they still didn't like each other.

They'd argue every waking second, you couldn't even put them in a room together without some sort of tension happening within the first five minutes.

"Oh, wow, you're just a class act, aren't you, Tate?"

Vic said, obviously being sarcastic.

"Oh, shut it, ya old fart.."

Tate grumbled.

Vic just kept calling out faults with the way Tate was cooking every two minutes.