Christian Harper: We meeting at my penthouse tonight or do you all have excuses again?

Alex Volkov: I’ll be there. Don’t make me regret it.

Josh Chen: Regret it? You love me. Don’t deny it, Volkov.

Rhys Larsen: You’ve been watching too many rom-coms, Chen.

Josh Chen: First of all, rude. Second, I’m the only fun one in this group, so you’re welcome.

Christian Harper: Fun isn’t the word I’d use.

Josh Chen: Oh, Harper speaks! Look, just because you sit in your tower of steel and glass like a Disney villain doesn’t mean you’re not entertained by me.

Rhys Larsen: Disney villain? Accurate.

Alex Volkov: Finally, something we agree on.

Josh Chen: I feel attacked. Where’s the love? Where’s the camaraderie? I thought we were brothers.

Christian Harper: We’re not.

Alex Volkov: Nope.

Rhys Larsen: Not even close.

Josh Chen: Wow. I see how it is. I’ll remember this betrayal.

Christian Harper: You’re still coming, though.

Josh Chen: Duh. Who else is going to make sure you all don’t bore yourselves to death?

Alex Volkov: You could try being quiet for once. Just an idea.

Josh Chen: You’d miss me if I were quiet.

Rhys Larsen: We wouldn’t.

Josh Chen: Larsen, I thought we had something special!

Christian Harper: You’ve got one hour. Don’t be late.

Josh Chen: I’d never. Volkov, though? He’s probably setting up a PowerPoint right now.

Alex Volkov: Chen, keep talking and you’ll regret it.

Josh Chen: Promises, promises.

Christian Harper: Counting down.

Rhys Larsen: One hour, Chen. Don’t push it.

Josh Chen: Fine, fine. You’re all lucky I like you.

Alex Volkov: Debatable.

Josh Chen: Love you too, Volkov.

Christian Harper: I’m muting this chat.

Rhys Larsen: Finally.

Josh Chen: No one appreciates me.