[Gold abruptly stops their tune all together. Taking J's communicator, they stand and turn to face their angry friends, otherwise wordless.]
What are you doing, asshole?
[Silver stops several feet away and stops. They look at J for a moment, and then their tune seems to haltingly become quieter. They look back at gold, and the tension is thick.]
Calm down.
[Despite the fact that everything they say is digitized, there is something extra robotic about the way that Gold says that. Silver raises a finger angrily, and then lowers it.]
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What are you doing, asshole?
[Silver stops several feet away and stops. They look at J for a moment, and then their tune seems to haltingly become quieter. They look back at gold, and the tension is thick.]
Calm down.
[Despite the fact that everything they say is digitized, there is something extra robotic about the way that Gold says that. Silver raises a finger angrily, and then lowers it.]
Come on. Step away from the suit, man.