Punchy looks surprised, turning as quickly as if Gary had grabbed and yanked at his shoulder. Something's off about the kid. A crinkle forms in Punchy's forehead between his brow like a hurdle on a track.

"You think two tight homies like us ain't gonna have time to kill at the end of this Arena?" He tilts his head. "Ease up, dawg, we breezy. You ain't got your nerves acting up, does you?"