"Rescue mission. You seen that SOS some bizzle be putting out on the grapevine? We're trying to get a drop on where they at, but we're at a block right now."

Punchy's clearly highly frustrated by this, too, as he practically tackles the next bale of hay when he picks it up. "That's why I'm out here, getting fresh air and all. Trying to clear my head before I take another crack at hauling the grids, you know? It's just..."

He dumps the hay bale where it's supposed to go and kicks at it a bit. "Some dawg's getting his ass fried because I can't hold my own on the code, you know? I shouldn't need to take a breather on this shit."