Imagine not being scared of Spot...
You, Boots, Jack and Davey walked on the docks of Brooklyn and you smirked at the shirtless boys.
You were soon face to face with the one and only king of Brooklyn.
"Wait, is this little shit the king or Brooklyn?" You asked Jack and Davey covered your mouth.
"Sorry about 'er, she's kinda a walkin' mouth" Jack stated and Spot glared at you.
Spot rolled his eyes and him and Davey started to talk about the strike while Boots made sure you stayed quiet.