You sit tight, collecting your thoughts on what to do about Spit and the current scuffle between Eastwood and Wretch…which you can unfortunately hear all of.
EASTWOOD: Well, they told you.
WRETCH: WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO
EASTWOOD: Calm down-
WRETCH: IM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN WHATS THE PRIZE
EASTWOOD: He told me not to tell you.
You hear Wretch start to choke a bit.
WRETCH: why
WRETCH: why would he DO THAT
EASTWOOD: Don't know.
EASTWOOD: Don't really care.
WRETCH: please just
WRETCH: tell me what it is
WRETCH: cmon eastwood we're buds
EASTWOOD: Have your friend tell you, I'm busy.
EASTWOOD: We need to focus on winning the game regardless of what the prize is.
WRETCH: but we're buds
EASTWOOD: Sure. Go back upstairs.
You hear another door slam, and eventually Wretch returns to wherever she was set up.
WRETCH: ….
WRETCH: sorry.