This lovely group's his friends.
Uh, you all belong to -- what's his name?
- Viper. - V-viper. - Viper. - V-viper.
Yeah, we were in the race.
How is he? Is he okay?
Is he okay?
No. No, he's not okay at all.
He hurled his body down a concrete mountain at full speed for no good reason.
Yeah, I know you all pierce yourselves and smoke up
and generally treat your bodies like your grungy asses can't break down.
Hey, that's fine. You want to kill yourselves flying down a concrete mountain, go to it --
but there are other people walking, people driving, people trying to live their lives,
and one of them got his brains scrambled today because one of you little sniveling snot rag --
- Dr. Bailey. - Yeah, so. Okay, no.
Your friend, Viper, as far as I'm concerned, is not okay.
She's, um... really tired.
- But... Viper's gonna make it. - Cool.
He's gonna live.