*In the Gaylord’s parking lot, the Dancing Alien Team resides in their UFO, frustrated.*
...Round. Fucking. One. We lost on the first fucking round...how’s this shit possible?! No way they think our music’s trash, right?...Maybe it wasn’t meant for this gringo audience, I don’t fucking know man.
el público no tiene la culpa.
Yeah. You’re right I guess. Shit, but if that isn’t the case, then what was the reason we lost? That Reggie guy is chill but he was just a dude, like who the hell prefers fitness music over some real shit?
lo que importa es que nos esforzamos al máximo
...*sigh*. Alright man, if you say so. We lost fair and square or whatever the fuck they say. Best we just accept-
[IT WAS YOU TWO.]
...que?
[OUR BEATS. THEY DON’T COMBINE. TOO DIFFERENT.]
What the fuck are you saying, man? Are you trying to push the blame on us?! Our styles together is what makes us a team!
[THE TOURNAMENT HAS PROVEN THAT TO BE FALSE. IF IT WERE TRUE, WE WOULD’VE WON.]
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you? Just because we lost ain’t mean our music ain’t compatible, fuck outta here with that shit.
[I UNDERSTAND NOW. MY MOVES ARE SUPERIOR. MY BEATS ARE BETTER. I’VE BEEN BROUGHT DOWN BY LESSER BEINGS. ALL YOU DESIRE IS CLOUT.]
ayy....
...Say that shit again. SAY IT TO MY FACE.
[YOU DID THIS FOR CLOUT. YOU TWO WERE MEANT FOR FAILURE.]
HIJO DE PUTA!
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! FUCK YOU! HOW COULD YOU?! PENSÉ QUE ÉRAMOS AMIGOS!
[THERE IS NO USE FOR “FRIENDS” LIKE YOU, IF YOU CANNOT LEAD US TO SUCCESS.]
IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU’RE HOT SHIT, GET THE FUCK OUT! I TRUSTED YOU! GET OUT BEFORE I KICK YOUR SKINNY METALLIC ASS!
[...GOODBYE.]
...fucking TRAITOR!
Fuck!
What now? Is that him?! Marcianito tell that bitch to FUCK OFF BEFORE I-
It’s Mr. 305, checkin’ in.
Ain’t no remix in here mang, just us.
Hmm... y’all okay?
Oh...yeah, we’re fine man, just give us a bit.
ayy lmao... :(
...I guess not. What happened?
Uuuuuggghhhh, look...we’re going through shit right now, alright? Howard, that cabrón, just accused us of being fucking clout chasers! I’m so fucking pissed right now man, you have no idea, never wanna see that fucker again.
Yeah, that figures. I was born ‘n raised in the streets of Miami; I know what a fight looks like from far away. I could sense the tension from y’all’s body language alone.
Oh really? If you already knew, then WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING US???
Look, I came here because I couldn’t stand to see two friends feel defeated over a bad breakup. Now, if you ask me, I’d rather be giving advice about scorin’ beautiful women than a little spat between homies, but... You guys truly have something special. Something... out of this world? Hahaha!
Te voy a matar.
...And I just don’t want to see something like this drag y’all down, feel me? Forget about Howard the Coward, y’all can overcome this and make your own mark. Keep workin’ hard, be loyal to each other, and you’ll make it far.
howard the coward lmaooooo
And when you guys find success in your careers, you’ll look back at this day as the day you strengthened your resolve; the resolve to cut the bullshit out yo’ life and keep hustlin’. Keep movin’ forward.
Hah, well, uh... I guess that’s not the dumbest-ass thing I’ve heard all day. I, uh... appreciate it... I guess...
ahora estoy de humor suficiente para bailar.
Yeah, let’s practice, bro. We can’t let anyone fuckin’ wreck the dance floor like us.
Well, I’m glad you’re both in high spirits! By the way, you interested in a collab?
QUE PUTA-