Michael and Trevor and inside the old Foundry. Trevor armed with a MG and Michael with a sniper rifle. But both of them are awkwardly just standing, not sure what to do.
Trevor: (looks at the viewers and realizes the scene has started). Oh. Uhh. (aham).. This is it Michael. I'll big fight against both FIB and Marryweather, and you bringing, a rifle!?
Michael: Yeah. I'm bringing a rifle.. It's a good gun. it'll get the job done..
Trevor: In your dreams!
Michael: That's what I say to Jimmy when he claims Tracy strangled her other sister.. It was just a dream... I really regretted dropping him as a baby..
Trevor: my dad dropped ME as a baby and i turned out... something... (looks around) Where the hell am I?
Franklyn: Yo! What the fuck am doing trying to save you guys, if you's just gonna kill each other!
Michael: Hey! You ain't saving me! Your saving him!
Trevor: No your saving THIS, fat! Fuck!
Franklyn: Yo. you need to cut this shit out, other wise I'll put a bullet in BOTH of you
Lamar: (on walky talky) I think they coming for you homey!
Franklyn: You hear that you two.. Now lets get ready for some "fun"