Pop’s tripping, man.
He want me to ask for my bike back.
You know I wouldn’t trip.
What bike?
Time trial bike, one of a kind… the one I let you use, the one I been asking you about.
Oh, that bike.
I didn’t know you wanted it back, homie.
It’s right here. Follow me, homes.
Yeah, it’s just like it’s both of ours. We just keep it down at my house.
That’s my bike, punk!