Imagine the boys giving Racetrack advice...
"Trust me, boys, she don't like me" Racetrack stated. His friends listened to his complaining.
"Ya bein' too hard on yaself, Racer. Da goil obviously likes ya. I always catch 'er staring at you'se" Mush reassured.
Racetrack rolled his eyes and he shoved his hands into his pockets "yeah, yeah, whateva ya say" he grumbled.