A couple of the guys from the other team cup their hands around their mouths and start clucking, while a third starts yelling, “Are you chickens? Bok. Bok.” “We’ll whoop your asses,” Hudson hollers back at them. “Are you ready for this Four Skin to be riding your ass?” “Oh wow,” Rainbow Dash says. Fleetwood raises his gaze to the sky. “Does he...” The dude who joined us starts. “Know what he’s saying? And how disgusting he is?” I finish his questions off. Shrug. “It’s hard to tell.”
