P1: We turn the camera around to see the Glam Sisters, grinning back, posing.
SISTERS: We want a new act!
GLAM: We've heard about you riding through the city on that massive hellhorse of yours.
GLITZ: Sexy, by the way.
GLAM: The horse, that is.
GLITZ: And you. Riding it.
P2: Striker is put off by this, lifting his hat to see them better, incredulous.
STRIKER: Wait. THAT'S what I'm known for? I've got a body count of over a hundred, and you only know me for my horse riding?
P3: The girls laugh, looking around his office, marveling at his amenities.
GLITZ: Ha! Go off, slut.
GLAM: The horse caught our attention, but then we saw your performance at that hillbilly hick moon festival thing, and I gotta say...
P4: Glam smiles at him, seductively.
GLAM: You're holding yourself back, ain't ya?