Tommy goes up to mastermind outside, with a fifth of Bourbon in him.

"i....i.... i know that you....fuck it, i heard what you said. You...you..."

Tommy ignores Mastermind plea, and comes back in the clubhouse. He takes a cigar, and lights one up, takes a puff. He see's Drezdin.

what's up Drezdin, got any Psycho Sid in your Hollywood Hogan Cup? I got some pair of scissors in the back for you to keep, maybe stab the shit out of mas----"

Tommy laughs it off, and responds to the group chat on his phone.