[Yusuke will ANGRILY and RELUCTANTLY admit that it was a pretty good idea once Blake stops talking smack about his hair. Until then, though, he's gonna get a little pissy about being accused of 1) lying and 2) not being able to ride a bat, because WHOA, BLAKE, way to go gunning for his adolescent male ego there! Seriously, he's making it really difficult for Yusuke to play it cool over here.]

If I slipped off, it'd be because he's been drinking and can't fly straight. [There's a pause, and then Yusuke squints a little into the screen.] What the hell're you givin' him, anyway? Beer?

[Yusuke can't tell what alcohol is what unless he's real up close and personal with it. Thanks, mom. But hey, at least the distraction provided by his impromptu attempt to figure what Ray's got there seems to have calmed him down a little, if only by that much. He still looks pretty, ah, incensed, though. Whoops.]

Whatever. Anyway, I'm not fucking with you about the dinosaur, old man. I'm serious. You know those pterodactyl things that were flying around all those weeks ago? I've got one of those, and I'm sayin' that Ray Leo or whatever'd be probably be a hell of a lot easier to fly on. The only shit you're smelling is the shit caught in your beard.

[Oh yeah, WHAT NOW, SHITBEARD. What. Now.]