"Y'know...", he burped, "...no no, of c'rse y'don't know, so Imma tell ya, 'kay? I owe you. Like BIG TIME kind of owe you", he begun. "Shit, I was in such a shitty place, makin' nothin' but a miserable penny at the club, but like you help'd me, y'know? If you haven't pulled me outta trouble that one time, I'd probably be six feet underground, y'know what I mean? Bein' with the bastards has help'd me. Boost'd my confidence up n' shit. Fuckin' thrown away like garbage, but bastards are family, good family", Bronx laughed and squeezed Cyrek closer. "You're such a good person, Cy. Good good person, yeah. I tell my landlord that like evey time; 'cause they're shit. Absolute shitty behavior", he grunted with a little frown before shifting to stand in front of them and grab their face. "Y'know what? We should like... put 'em to sleep. Got a couple of ideas, mhm", Bronx mused, but soon, eyes went open like plates and he shook his head, "no, no, no, shhh, 'cause like... hurtin' people ain't cool, right? Like... zero percent cool n' we aint' tryin' to give your girls bad examples, hm? No, no, we gotta behave...", Bronx lowered his hands to fix Cy's jacket and then pat their chest with a hand repeatedly before stumbling away towards his seat, "...yeah, behave. Gotta... gotta behave", he mumbled before dropping asleep on top of the counter.