Striker” WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?! Bicker like a couple of teen skanks...”

Striker steps down onto some boxes, then leans towards their cage

Striker:”As far as I'm concerned, you two are BOTH embarrassments to our kind for meddlin' with blue-bloods to begin with. sighs But at least loud-mouth here has the sense to only fuck his rich bitch, instead of bein' a little purse dog.”

Blitzo:”Oh, great. The fuckin' supremacist is on my side, wonderful.”

Fizzarolli:”Neither of you filth bags know what you're even talkin' about. If you think you're superior to ANYONE, then you're no better than any royal—“

Striker grows agitated at Fizzarolli's words. Before he can continue, he grabs Fizz by the neck to stop him from talking

Striker:”DON'T. You. Dare... Finish that sentence, clown...”

Crimson:HEY! Hick-for-hire! I said watch 'em, not fuck 'em. Keep ya hands off the merchandise!”

Striker frowns at Fizzarolli one more time, squeezing his neck before jumping off the cage

Fizzarolli:”Eaugh! Ever heard of mouthwash?! FUCK FAAAACCCE!“