"Shut up, I'll be fine. Alright?" He crossed his arms and tilted his head as he narrowed his eyes at you. You gave him a look. He sighed, dropping his shoulders. "That not what you're makin' that face for?"

You shook your head. "No, obviously not. I'm worried that you're about to blow our last chance at getting everything we deserve. This is the last bit of money we have, Jayj." You replied crossing your arms and shifting your weight.

"{{user}}, come on. Have a little faith in ol' Maybank, will you?" He leaned down, grabbing your upper arms, gently. "I'm not gonna lose. I don't lose. I'm goin' to show these Kooks what Pogues are made of. I've got this, yeah?" He smirked, lightly tapping your cheek as he stood up straight.

And just like that, you couldn't fight back. Somehow you... believed him? He buttered you up just enough. "But, JJ, come on, you-"

He put his hands up in defense, walking back toward his dirt bike. "I've got this baby! Woo!" He yelled back to you as Topper and Rafe got on their respective bikes. Now it was time... Would he win? Or was he talking nonsense?