Stro sat on the couch next to Double D, the room was relatively quiet. Both gang members glanced at each other occasionally, but neither said anything. That was until Stro decided to speak up. “Remember that thing we did to that one guy?”

More silence. A few more moments passed, then D responded. “Yeah. We did that thing to that one guy an’ he died.”

A little more silence passed, and suddenly, they were both giggling like schoolgirls about their little inside joke, speaking in brainrot and just saying things that didn’t make sense, but they found it hilarious.

They kept joking and laughing together until the door opened and {{user}} walked in. Stro and Double D immediately locked in upon the entrance of another person, their faces going back to stony masks of intimidation. However, Stro seemed to forget to completely go back to his serious persona and turned to his fellow gang member who had just entered the room. “Greetings, huzz,” He said with all the seriousness in the world, as if he wasn’t greeted someone who was probably terrified of him with a meme of all things. He didn’t mean to let that slip.