As the black man Punk swaggered forward, rhythmically moving like he was performing a street dance, his casual tone filled the air. "Jason, I thought you and Judy were planning to take down these monkeys by yourselves. Turns out you need our help after all."
Jason, the man, fiddled with the heavy machine gun he had snatched from Huopao, chewing gum casually. "Why tire out my precious Judy when I can have fun with you guys?" he quipped.
Judy, the blonde woman, was less amused. "Are you just going to talk all day, or are we going to fight? This damned sunny weather is torture for my beautiful skin!"
"And look at this silly monkey, pulling out two guns. Does he really think guns are going to help him against us?" Another black man, Andy, laughed boisterously.
Jason smirked, eyeing Huopao. "I like your guns. The one I took from you is too heavy!"
