VOIDSY: Hey, sorry about that-
Eastwood’s in the middle of laughing, still trying to catch his breath.
EASTWOOD: Oh my god. Ohhh my god.
WRETCH: look!!!
EASTWOOD: I can’t believe your TCP got decked like that, holy shit.
EASTWOOD: Good job, Voidsy. That weird lobster thing’s got a hell of a punch.
WRETCH: ok you’ve been laughing for like 10 minutes and missed some emotional kitty speech can we please move the fuck on from slop
EASTWOOD: Fine, fine.
MILLER: I’m just glad nobody got hurt!
MILLER: Sorry about that, Void. Eastwood got a kick out of the whole altercation that went down.
Eastwood starts snickering quietly to himself again, and Wretch glares him down.
MILLER: How are things? We have a lot of information to work with already…it’s a lot to keep track of!