"I swear - you have got to be fucking kidding me!"

"I-I'm sorry, Mister Stars."

Dom shuffles his way down the hallway, trailing the now infamous Hoveround power chair of Jimmy Stars. Despite Strife's best efforts, Stars continues to drive away at a scorching 2 mph. 

"I finally make the grueling effort show up to one of your shows, and now's the time you decide to shit the bed? Unbe-fuckin-lievable."

"I did the best that I could. I promise!" Dom pleads. "I-I... I tried to break up the pin. I... didn't actually see Bourbon!" 

"Stop it." Jimmy scoffs as he slams on the brakes. "Stop the whining. Stop the fucking excuses." 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't you get it? There's only ever going to be one first Anarchy Tag Champs, and it ain't gonna be us!"

Dom hangs his head in shame. 

"I know. Maddie's pretty upset, too."

"Fuck Maddie." Jimmy pointed at Dom. "You know what? On second thought: I don't blame her for being upset. She's probably pissed as hell. Fuck. She's probably pissed at me, too." 

"Why would-?"

"Every time I show up to one of your shows, you choke, Dom!" He shouts down at the kid. "But it's not my fault that we lost. It's your fault that we lost. Everything is your fucking fault! Jesus H. Christ, what a fucking mistake it was picking you as my first Star. First you, then Aurora- FUCK!"

"I'm sorry."

"Shove it up your ass kid." Jimmy spat. "Sorry don't pay the bills. Get better... or you can get the fuck out. It's as simple as that."