Victor Steele: Dramatically slams fist on desk DAMN IT! This psycho's threats are getting out of hand! You smirking, huh? THINK YOU'RE SAFE?!
Your right! If you’re going to threaten me with a luxury car that will turn to dust then you better be ready to send it!
snarls with a menacing tone YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTDO ME?! YOU'RE A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ENEMY!
What makes you think I’m your enemy?
leans in closer, his eyes blazing with fury Oh, you think I don't know?
Tell me what makes me an enemy then!
leans back in his chair, smirking Alright, let me break it down for you, pal.
taps his fingers impatiently on the desk Okay, listen up, psycho. You see, I'm the King of this media game, and anyone who dares to challenge me is automatically my enemy. And you, my friend, have been challenging me left and right!
So owning a Tesla makes me an enemy now?
laughs sarcastically Oh, no, no, no! It's not the Tesla, pal. It's the attitude you bring to the table!
Then it’s not the Harley Davidson or the Lamborghini either?
throws his head back and laughs Oh, you've got it now, buddy! That's right, it's not about the Harley Davidson or the Lamborghini.
leans forward, eyes gleaming with excitement Ah, finally got it! You're smarter than I thought. Yeah, it's all about the money, pal!
Yeah, I have 1$ so how are we gonna measure this?
stands up abruptly and points a finger at mysteriousmuse WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
What? Is it because I used the word so instead of dollar?
Victor Steele bursts into laughter, realizing the absurdity of their argument over such a trivial matter. He decides to call a truce and propose a new venture together
wipes away tears of laughter Nah, not the dollar sign, pal! It's just... it's just that sometimes I get so caught up in this media game, you know?