Knocks sound on the door.
"I don't care how long you knock on that door.", Zeta calls out. "No way am I letting you in here, Flagg."
The hulk on the other side of the door keeps knocking. "I understand you're mad, Zeta. But I forgive you for that, without even you asking me to. See how generous I am?"
Zeta calls out from the other side. "Oh yeah, real kind hearted. Like all the bruises you gave me so I gotta show up for work black instead of Latina? You know, it's one thing to be knocked off at a guy who's generally not so bad. But it's another thing to find out you been sweet talked by a total jerk loser!"
"Baby...", Brick starts up again. "Why you gotta go cutting me down all the time? Just open up. We'll have a real good time."
Ron walks up. "Open the door, Zeta. I'll take care of this. Just needs a little Ronnitude."
Zeta nearly panics. "No, Ron. You don't know how bad this can get if he finds you here."
"Of course I do.", Ron says. "He's got four other guys with him in the hall and they're all got a mean drunk on just like he is."
Brick calls out his suspicions. "Who are you talking to in there? You got someone else in there?"
Zeta replies. "It's a regular Zombie Masher 3 tournament in here."
Brick pounds on the door again. "There you go, trying to cut me down again. I'm no bully...some of my best friends are nerds. You know I been too kind to point out that I could break this door down anytime I wanted."
"Alright, alright.", Zeta admits.
The girl opens the door. Brick walks in, followed by thug after thug. Ron's no where to be found.