"Mike, it's my turn."

"Not yet Linc, just give me a few more minutes."

"You've been at it for hours now man, give it up."

"No."

"Let me have a go."

"No."

"Mike."

"No."

"Let me have a go or I swear I'll kick your ass."

"No. I'm not done yet."

"What did Mom always tell us, share and share alike? Take turns."

"Then wait your turn."

"It is my turn. All you do is hog her all the time. She's not just yours."

"I beg to differ. It was my idea to get her back, which I did, so I get to say when I'm done."

"I don't care if it was your idea to get her back, it's my turn. Move."

"No. It was MY idea to get her back. MY plan. It was your fault she went missing in the first place Linc, you lost her."

"Right that's it, I'm giving you 10 seconds to finish up, and then I'm kickin your ass. 10, 9, 8, 7…."

"Calm down Linc. Don't go bursting a vein."

"Shut up man. I swear to god your heading for a beatin."

"We both know that won't happen Linc. So, you shut up."

"No you shut up. Move."

"Shut up Linc."

"Will you both shut up! She's not a toy!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

"Thank you. Now, LJ, you're steering the boat, since your father and uncle are just acting like a pair of 4 year olds."

"Sweet! Thanks Sara!"