Slippy walked through the mostly bare streets on the lookout for Fox. He couldn't have been far, and he said he was just taking a walk, so he was BOUND to bump into him.

...Or so the dense Toad believed. It never occured to him that Fox was already on his way back and would slip by Slippy to the GreatFox. Regardless, street after street the frog traced, alley after alley he glanced down. He soon heard voices coming from around the corner, down a space between two buildings. The toad, curious, looked down and saw a group of three or four shady men, dressed in leather jackets and talking like they had no respect for Lylat's standard tongue.

Foolishly, Slippy saw fit to interact with these individuals. "Hey!", called the toad, turning each of their heads.

"What up?" yelled back one of the guys. Slippy walked closer.

"Have you guys seen Fox McCloud anywhere?"

"Fox? Dat homie?"

One of the man's buddies spoke after. "Uh... Like, you know this Fox dawg, G? You... uh, homies with him... yo?"

Slippy couldn't stand this. These guys were talking like morons! It made his brain melt just reading it on the internet, but now people were actually SPEAKING this stuff? "Well, yeah, I'm a member of his team. Slippy's my name. Slippy Toad."

"Uh... Right." said the man, still a rookie to this whole gangsta talk deal. "I think we got a beef with that hayta, playa! One o' our gorillas ain't cool with dat mofo, yoyo."

"...What?" said Slippy, utterly lost. The man ignored him, and opened a door behind him that must have went to their base.

"Yo, Falco-dawg! Get out here, we got ourselves a some trouble, fo rizzle! Get out here! ...Dawg!"

"Falco?" asked Slippy, who's eye twitched as soon as the words were out. Sure enough, out stepped a familiar avian clad in black leather and some other unnecessary accessories to fit this new culture they ripped from the internet.

"What's the problem, G? We gonna have to bust a cap in his..." Falco's voice trailed off as he recognized who was standing there. "Uh, go back inside, buddas. I'll handle this gangsta."

With confused and sheepish grunts, the wannabes went into the building. Falco waited, and then faced Slippy. "What. Are. You. DOING. Here?!"

~~~

Around this time, Fox slumped back into the Greatfox. He entered the computer room, seeing Peppy still on. "Hey Peppy. My turn."

"Is not." growled Peppy. "So, I sent Slippy to look for you. Where is he?"

"Not with me. I just got back from dealing with the biggest freak I've ever saw."

"And that would be?"

"Krystal got a job down at the cafe I went to. The idiot tried to murder me!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. She was crying for a while after it. She eventually started screaming 'I hate you! I hate you!' at me after I told her she should be sent to a mental institution."

Peppy spun the chair around to face Fox. "Let me guess, you kissed and made up?"

"Of course not! I left! That stupid bimbo isn't worth my time, especially after trying to strangle me!"

"Don't blame you. I always knew she was bad news the first day I saw her."

"I realized that as well. Turns out she was using me all this time, and I was too stupid to see it."

"Yeah. Learn and move on. Slippy needs to come back soon before we get in trouble for staying in this bay."

Fox nodded in agreement. "So... I still want on. "

"Too bad!"

Fox growled. "Fine, five more minutes. That's all I'm giving you..."