"This is bullshit. Who does that bitch think she is?" Circle Jerk says, once he's sure there's a prudent distance between him and Ice Queen. Even then, he speaks in a slightly hushed tone. "We're wasting our time here. Nobody cares 'bout those two Strikeforce noobs..."
"Let's go home then!" Vertigo Man suggests. "Let's just ditch the bitch! Fuck this noise, man."
"Keep it down...! Umm, people are sleeping around here..." Circle Jerk cautiously looks back to make sure Ice Queen isn't about to shoot an icicle at him. "Y'know what? Why don't we meet up with her in half an hour like we said, and just, and just tell 'er we didn't find nothing? That way we're all..."
"What? No! Let's just leave!" Vertigo Man interrupts. "Why wait for the cunt? She don't give a shit about us, I don't give a shit about her!"
"But then she'll tell the bosses that we're pussies and they'll... I don't know, they'll take away our villain health benefits. We don't wanna make her angry, is all I'm... I mean, them. Don't wanna make them angry. That's what I..."
Vertigo Man suddenly seems more level-headed. "Yeah, you're right. Those fuckers, they gimme the heebie jeebies. Crazy fuckers, the whole bunch. Let's go with your plan... But we said we'd meet 'er in half an hour! What are we gonna do till them?"
"I don't know, walk around? Maybe there's a burger joint open around here, or an ice cream shop..." Circle Jerk stops walking and looks around. "Hey, is that music?"
Vertigo Man points at the apartment complex half a block ahead of them. "Yeah, there's probably a party goin' on over th--" After a pause, the young man grins and looks at his partner.
Circle Jerk smiles. "You think we can get in...?" he asks, rubbing his goatee.
Vertigo Man picks up his pace and heads for the complex. "Wortha shot!"
