Jojo: What are you guys doing back there?
Race: We switched out all of Brooklyn’s weapons with ballon swords and now spot is out for blood.
Spot: DASILVA, HIGGINS, I WILL PULVERIZE YOU!
Albert: Just pretend you didn’t see us.
Spot, walking into the room: Where are they?
Jojo: I don’t-
Spot: *intense glare*
Jojo: behind the couch












