Chaotic Conversations in the Cocktail Bar: An Unexpected Turn of Events

Fucking dumbasses.
I’m telling cocktail. Where?
In cocktail with you, Beaker. Cocktail. Cocktail!
He knows you there. Watch out!
Nice. Where are they planning?
Where are they planning? Got a plan?
Got a plan on my X? No,
not yet. Not yet.
Hold on, we’ll tell you.
I called Red, Baby. Yeah,
where is he? Beetle.
But I’m going right.
You have to go in on top of this.
On top of the box. Throw it up the hatch.
You can throw up the hatch.
I think. 10 seconds to go.
How does that kill me? Nice,
nice, nice, nice.
Hold it there. Hold it there.
Last operator standing. He’s chasing for in this corner.
In this corner, in this corner.
Running, running on that pink. Repping, repping, repping, repping.
Let’s go! Oh,
my fucking god!
Oh, my god!
No! That’s so tough.
Okay, okay.
Titties. I am.
I’m planting. That’s on you guys.
Dino bomb plants. Damn, bro. Whatever. Next map.