Arcade

?: Holy shit, what are you doing?!

H: Trying to shove this lance up your fucking asshole! What does it look like I'm doing?

?: It looks like you've lost your goddamn mind. Calm down, H, and we can talk about this.

H: Are you seriously asking me to calm down? You must think I'm a moron. I bet... I bet you always think you're the smartest guy in the room, don't you?

?: I don't know what you mean. (Paraphrased)

H: Hah-- Of course you don't. You think everyone on this fucking ship loves you, right? You don't think anyone talks about you behind your back. I'm such an idiot for thinking we were friends, when it's your fault that my brother is dead. I've been talking to M. You know what she told me? That she and the other two Cockblockers planned to (protect? save?) my brother, and you said no. And you know what else she dropped along the way? That you specifically told them to keep any information they found away from me.

?: It's not what it sounds like.

H: Don't waste your breath. It's midnight and we're both awake. So either you're possessed, and here to kill me... Or they've given me their blessing to put you in your place.

?: So we're really going to fight over this?

H: Yes. But look at the bright side, (?), you won't have to send pictures of your ugly dick to talk to A anymore.