Cantillo has been butting heads with Jolly Green for ages. He's fed-up. He wants to duke it out, for real. No sucker punches, he promises. Nada de eso. His boys try to diffuse the situation. Be the better man, they insist. Jolly Green stomps through thick underbrush to avoid Cantillo on his way to the cars. Cantillo falls back with a parting shot: "You ain't nothing but a bitch, anyways. God's gift to airsoft!"
"I'm done playing with this guy," Cantillo announces. "This idiot doesn't come to have fun. This sport works mainly on honor, and he has no honor. I'm tired of him chasing people away. He's the one that should be pushed off this field."