Broadway And Soccer

lando: i'm having a nasty dinner, man. i'm about to order it. max: jesus. go on. what is it? bk: what you're having? lando: two bacon cheeseburgers, coca cola original, regular cajun style with three sachets of mayonnaise. (JFC) max: please tell me it's a five guys. lando: five guys ! max: five guys ! - lando: oh my god, my burgerrrrrr ! bk:oh no, i'm so hungry now :( lando: where's my drink? max: can you send me a picture of your burger? lando: i just spill it all over my fucking keyboards. bk: don't love this (#FREE BK) max: fucking… i don't know how that laptop's still going. it's got cajun in there. it's got fucking mayonnaise from abu dhabi (yeah that happened during a max stream) lando: i've actually got cajun keyboard. max: it's got ketchup in it from vegas. it's just fucking rammed full of food. scrambled egg. lando: that's just the stuff you know of as well hehe (😭😭??????????????) connor: where is that going? (😭😭??) max: what is that? - lando: fuck… oh my god. oh, fucking hell. i just put my cajun fries into my coke and my coke's gone all over the fucking wall. fucking hell, man. max: what is wrong with you? you're like fucking 12 years old. lando: i'm just so excited to eat this. i need to go get a fucking towel. max: you can tuck the towel into your fucking t-shirt. - lando: right. i'm back on track. max: i don't… i need to try and calculate how the fries have ended up in the coke and the coke's gone on the wall. how fast are you unwrapping that burger? it's fucking sparks coming off the tinfoil from five guys, mate. bk: all righty. lando: it's half midnight already. are you fucking joking? connor: and you're just having for lunch. lando: oh, fuck i've got to go to dinner at 11. max: thing is, yes, he's serious. lando: have dinner, have dinner with berryman, my manager (love you mark) max: that door's getting knocked down in a minute, mate. connor: yeah, it won't be five guys. it's going to be mark with a gun (mark berryman y'all) max: those cajun chips will be all over your fucking face, mate. - connor: all right, chaps, that'll be my last raid for the night. max: can't go off now, connor. the vibes are immaculate, mate. we're all getting every… surviving every raid. lando: connor, we're just getting started ! connor: all right. connor: i've got 3000 xp raider. i got two headshots on a raider. max: you stop fucking doing that, mate. stop, you're going to fuck the game. lando: [gremlin sounds] max: connor, do you know what's amazing? i could picture him right now with mayo all over his mouth, burger in hand, crumbs everywhere, just laughing as the burger flies out his mouth while he's laughing. connor: is an m4a1 better? m4a1 or an rd704? lando: number one you want, son. connor: i'm going to get rid of that. lando: that's like saying, "is a tony kart better or an ln kart?" (can he stop talkin???) connor: it depends who's using it, pal. lando: well, you just answered it, mate. connor: it depends who's using the gun. max: connor's last ever go-kart race, he boxed in the final because he was tired (UNPROVOKED) connor: why do you bring that up every fucking time? (#FREE CONNOR) max: it's just amazing. i was watching the race and you boxed. connor: my neck was in such a bad way.