“Me and Irvine?! Jesus, Chubman must be coked off his ass if he thinks we’d go five minutes without trying to kill each other, much less gel long enough to face the Ghost Army.”
Cold open.
David Troy stares at us. Hard. Mad.
“But that doesn’t matter, because I’m here to bulldoze Europe MYSELF. And give ol’ Eff Dee Jay a few little bruises because he thinks kickpad jokes are funny.