Dale sighed heavily as he approached the group to break up the fight. "Hey now, that's not cool." He waved at Vindle dismissively. "He doesn't work here, but I do." He walked behind the counter and came back with fountain pop for Bryan. Then he gave him a tense glare as he handed it over.

"That'll be one-fity." He looked around from Bryan, to Charles to Vindle. "Don't go starting anything here, you guys would get off scot-free but I might get fired. This job is kinda the the only thing keeping my brother out of my hair."