"If you had just played Flash's mixtape and shut up," Harry starts. "We wouldn't be trapped in this damn place at all. But no. You had to be a fucking dick and bitch about doing me doing a favor for my friend!"
"And it was your punk-ass ego that made is trapped in this damn booth!"
"Well had you jumped out of the second window like I told you to, you wouldn't have to be graced by my presence! You should be so lucky that I bring class to this swamp you call a radio booth!"
"That's it!" Peter yells. He punches Harry in the stomach. He doubles over. "You don't look so good now, punk."
Harry punches Peter in the nose.
"At least I look better than you, superhero! Fight me like a fucking man, bitch!"
Peter throws a few more punches, but Harry dodges them.
"Ha! I knew you couldn't keep you filthy paws away from me after you just punched me!"
They fight for a few minutes until Peter needs to take a breath.
"I promised myself that I would never fight another human being. But you aren't a human being so I'm going to so whatever I want! Ahh!" He yells as he starts choking Harry.
"Finally! Peter Parker had the balls to get his hands on my fucking face!" Harry chocked out. "But I'm gonna go John Cena on your superhero fighting ass!"
"And I'll go Jackie Chan on your rich, wanna be blonde ass!" Peter says as he backs away from Harry. He draws a line on the carpet of the booth.
"Cross this line, and you're a dead man walking!"
"That line, Parker? Really?"
"Yes, that line."
"Fine by me you degenerate, cunt!"