Deep: Hey. Dude. Are you fucking nuts? Put your mask back on. G-Get out of his chair. What are you doing?

Black Noir II: You know what’s funny? I hate sake. But I’m supposed to follow some stupid Black ninja bullshit, which makes no goddamn sense, by the way. You ever meet a Black ninja?

Deep: Lower your voice.

Black Noir II: There’s nobody here. They left us like babies so they could go do important stuff.

Black Noir II: Fuck it. I’m done with all this shit.

Deep: You’re quitting? What are you gonna do? Seven’s the biggest gig there is.

Black Noir II: Look, I don’t understand Noir, okay?

Black Noir II: You know there was nothing in his closet? but literally like seven file boxes of shitty Buster Beaver drawings?

Deep: Why’d he have that?

Black Noir II: Who the fuck knows or cares?