He lifts up that bottle of faygo high to be seen. His grin is wide, showing fanged teeth.

"This? THIS BE A WICKED MOTHERFUCKING ELIXIR, YO. Fortuitous forties is being things what I scoured this place the fuck over for. AIN'T WHAT ALL WAS BEING HAD. Until the fuck now. VICTOR'S WORLD GOT HAVING THEM AND SO ON DUPLICATIONARIES THEY'S BEING MINE AGAIN AT LAST."

He doesn't know the assumption Barbie's got of him, but he ain't helping it.

"You want join in as to be getting to slam?"