Shit, that's low, dude. You know you can't leave me here. Bored. Alone. You know how I can get.

[Destructive. Not, like, Caboose level, but Tucker could cause his own trouble if he wanted to; they both knew that. He smirked, testing his boundaries. He was good at that. Great at that, really.]

Or we can sit and talk about your package if you want. Bow chicka bow wow.