Y:

So when are you going to join in?
Are you really just going sit at the kickers?
Why aren’t in the field running?
What? You’re going to act you’re all cursed?
Bet you can if you put your mind to it?
Tell me again, what’s the point of the shoes?
So you’re really going to accept defeat?
Really? Just sit here and lose?
Come on, chin up already!
Maybe you should stop wearing black?
Again? Manic-depressive fantasy?
Just put your mind on track!

Z:



Please. Shut it already. Before I tell you to fuck off.