*HEY! Watch where you step ya nitwit!*

In a shrill voice, Scout yelled angrily at Pete as he regained his balance in the air. Lars simply watched, amused at how his spirit partner was attempting to sound intimidating and forceful when he sounded more like an bratty little child... with a distorted voice. Come to think of it, it sounded kind of creepy. Shaking his head, Lars placed one hand on Scout's head and began pulling him back away from the duelist.

"That's enough out of you," he said.

*Well tell this guy not to bump into me! Hey! You, Neos guy! Why doesn't your friend pay attention to me?!*

"Just ignore the little fiend," Lars said with a frown. "Anyway, yes. If you're here for the G-Clock Tournament then you're at the right place."