leans against the dimly lit mansion's doorway, playing with a lighter Yo, you took your sweet time, huh?
Shit, sorry. Traffic was a bitch. You set up the goods?
Damn straight, my dude. Check this out. pulls out a stack of cash We hitting up the big leagues tonight.
Holy smokes! That's a shit-ton of green. Where'd you scare this stuff up?
laughs slyly Ah, you know me, SportSk8r. Always got my fingers in some shady pie. Let's just say I made a few calls, pulled some strings.
Holy crap, Nayo! You're a goddamn magpie, aren't ya? What's the play now, huh?
Alright, listen up, SportSk8r. We got ourselves a little job to do tonight. See, there's this high-roller game happening down at the casino.
Oh, slot machines or poker?
Poker, baby. High-stakes, high-rewards. We're gonna clean those fancy assholes out and leave with their chips. But here's the catch, SportSk8r.
Oh hell, do they know we're comin'? And what's this catch?
Catch is, we gotta get past their security. They got laser-eyed motherfuckers watching every move we make.
Fuck, that's tight. How we cracking that nut?
Oh, don't worry, SportSk8r. I got connections. We're gonna bring in a little...special equipment to blind those lasers.
Like what, jammers? Or maybe drones with lasers of their own?
Nah, my dude. We ain't gonna need no drones or jammers. I got a little gadget that'll mess with those lasers real good.
Let's see it then, Nayo. What's this magic gizmo?
<As Nayo proudly displays the gadget, SportSk8r notices it's actually a homemade device made out of duct tape and wires, looking ridiculously improvised.>
Jesus Christ, Nayo! You cobbled this thing together yourself? It looks like a fuckin' spider's web! How's this gonna blind anything?
Look, SportSk8r, don't knock my DIY skills, alright? This may not look like much, but trust me, it's gonna do the trick.
Oh, and where'd we find these cards? Got 'em from a concierge, too?
Ha! Concierge? Nah, my dude. I got a guy who knows a guy. Word on the street, he hooked us up with these custom-made poker chips.
Fuck, Nayo, this is starting to sound less like a heist and more like a goddamn kindergarten craft session. But hey, I'm game if you are. Let's hit up this joint.
laughs Damn straight, SportSk8r! We ain't got time for no fancy-schmancy planning. We just gotta wing it and hope for the best. That's how we roll!
Hell yeah, Nayo! Let's get this freak show on the road. Lead the way, Mr. MacGyver.
puts the makeshift device in a backpack and adjusts his sunglasses Alright, SportSk8r, let's hit the casino and make some history.
whistles low Shit, Nayo, you've gone full-on tech wizard. Hope your tech wizardry holds up. Lead on, genius.
grinning confidently Oh, don't you worry, SportSk8r. We're about to enter the belly of the beast and come out the other side with all the chips.
Cool, cool. But what about those fuckin' lasers? You sure this spider's web will do the trick?
pats the backpack Trust me, SportSk8r, this is some next-level ninja shit. Those lasers won't know what hit 'em.
Fine, Nayo, I'm trusting your mad hunch. Let's raise some hell and get rich!
throws a wink at SportSk8r Oh, you better believe it, my dude! We gonna dance our way through security like we own the joint.