let's rock it up. they turn the corner, attack mode. aaron, nowhere in sight. just the brick wall and a trash can. they converge, baffled. erlick inspects the solid wall. spengler scratches his head. but'perceval's no fool. he spots the trash can. he motions the fellas over. they circle the can. a beat. they attack.  an empty can. no one inside. nothing. that's because above them, no strings and no cables, aaron hovers - under hancock's capable arm. in mid-air, they hang for a second. then, hancock takes them away.
shit, i'm not climbing this. just combed my hair. erlick and spengler turn to him, through the metal bars. their eyes are of disbelief.
what's up? what? perceval follows their gaze behind him to aaron, shivering with clenched fists.
i just combed my hair. erlick and spengler make for the fence, to join the fray.
don't bother. he's mine. no biting. i hate biting.
let's go. let's have it. while we're still kids. nothing from aaron - just a lot of balls.
dick wad, let's go. come on, you impotent little gonad.