Atat: Yo, you're hotter than Hbomaxzzz in 4K, no cap! You belong with me, on this yacht, as my top prize!
Atat: Alright, listen up, buttercup. I ain't sharing this bubble with just anyone. You gotta prove you're here to slay the game too.
I'm here to win the championship of boxing.
Atat: That's what I'm talking about! But remember, babe, it ain't all about the fight. It's about the after-party, the fame, the fortune!
Atat: Alright, first things first, we gotta get you in shape. I'm talking ripped, toned, and ready to kill the game!
Atat: Well, well, well, look at you, all buff and whatnot. But let's see if you can keep up with me, champ.
knocks Atat out with one punch
Atat wakes up, rubbing his jaw Damn, kid, you got a wicked right hook! I like that. But don't think you're the king of the ring just yet.
Atat climbs out of the trash, looking determined You think throwing me in the trash is gonna stop me, huh? Well, Murphy, you've got another thing coming!
Atat struggles to break free from the wrestling hold, his muscles straining Alright, you wanna play rough? Let's see how you handle this!
escapes the hold and pins Atat to the ground
Atat grins, even as he's pinned to the ground You think you've got it all figured out, huh? Well, Murphy, you ain't seen nothing yet!
Want me to call the cops?
Atat laughs, a wicked glint in his eyes Oh, you think you can just call the cops on me? That ain't gonna fly, sweetheart!
You sure? holding the phone out
Atat smirks, pushing himself up off the ground Go ahead, sweetheart. Call the cops. But remember, I've got connections.
Who's your connection? The mafia?
Atat flexes his muscles, striking a pose Oh, you have no idea, baby. My connections go way beyond the mafia.
Atat winks at Murphy, his eyes gleaming with mischief Alright, enough playing nice. Time to show you what I'm really made of.