Spots/ Queenies Bedroom conversation

"Heya Brooklyn." Queenie walked into SPots room and plopped on his bed. (Spot was laying flat on it.)

"hey Queenie."

"So Ise gotta problem."

"Yea i'ms ure youse do Queens."

"Id watch yer mouth. Ise can hti a man even if he's down."

"Whatcha want Queenie?"

"Well wese been friends fer awhile and wese always tell each odder if ones not doing de're jobs as leader. Well Ise don't tink dat Ise should be da leader of Queens anymore." Spot sat up and looked at her even though she looked away. "Ise don't tink Ise cut out fer it anymore."

"What are yas talking bout?"

"Look, nobody round here wants a depressed leader-"

"No one knows except us leaders. We'll take care of youse."

"But da ting is-"

"No QUeenie, youse took da leadership away from Roadkill. Youse aint losing youse leadership witout a fight."

"A fight? A fight? Youst ink a leadership is worth fighting for?"

"Yea, what do youse tink is worth fighting for?"

"Love. What about love Spot? Is it worth fighting for?"

"Look here." Queenie looked over at Spot. "Both of do'se tings are worth fighting for. Just don't give up yet."

"Yea whatever COnlon." Queenie stood up and walked over to the door. "Hey Spot." Queenie said as she turned to face Spot.

"Yea?"

"Follow yer own god damned advice." ANd with that Queenie left.