Liam: Fuck.
Gray: Hello to you too, Liam.
Cole: How was your day, honey bun?
Matt: Honey bun?! Jesus Christ, Cole lol.
Liam: They made me Captain.
Cole: Dude, you’re the second coming of Gretzky.
Gray: Yeah. DUH.
Liam: I can’t deal with this shit.
Matt: Can’t you do what you did in Montréal? Get the goalie to manage the dressing room?
Liam: GRECO is the goalie, Matt. GRECO.
Matt: Ohhh, yeah. You and him never got along, did you?
Liam: He’s an asshole.
Matt: So, you’re stuck with the C.
Gray: Excuse me while I play my miniature violin for you.
Liam: You know I hate this shit. So, Kyle Lewis?
Cole: What about him?
Matt: The kid whose cellys are like a trip to the ballet?
Liam: Yeah, him.
Liam: Well, Raimond did something while they were both with Chicago. Something that had the team forcing the other players to sign an NDA…
Liam: They only came to blows on the fucking ice today.
Liam: I swear, I don’t have the patience to baby these fuckers.
Matt: Then tell your coach you don’t want the responsibility.
Liam: Don’t know who else would handle it. They were going to make Raimond and Lewis alternate captains, FFS. Management clearly has no idea what they’re doing.
Cole: Gagné’s a decent guy. I know he got traded to the Stars.
Liam: He got the A instead of Raimond and Lewis. Coach demoted them for fighting.
Gray: Pull some of the heavy lifting on the ice and let him handle the dressing room, then?
Liam: Maybe. :-/
Liam: How’s it going for you guys?
Cole: My coach has Stalin’s mustache and I think he might be his love child.
Gray: My PA quit.
Matt: My shoulder’s acting up again.
Liam: Cole, Stalin died decades ago and mustaches aren’t hereditary.
Liam: Gray, Trent played in Tucson a couple years back. Could you hire his PA?
Liam: Matt, get your ass to the physio.
Gray: Awwwwwwwww, and you say you’re not ready for the C.
Liam: Fuck off.
