*Killer Dog leans casually against the doorframe, arms folded, eyeing Polo carefully. He lazily waves a hand toward the shirt*
KD: "Wow, I didn't know we cared about fashion here so much. I mean geez, it IS a wrestling federation not like Victoria's Secret or anything...but I guess you wouldnt' know the difference."
*Killer pauses and then walks a bit closer and runs his hand over boxes along one side of the wall, seeming to speak almost to himself*
KD: "Really, it was SUCH a buzzkill when my flight attendant told me I couldn't have a private flight. Now I guess we're stuck with each other. What's your plan for our big match? Mine's to kick some ass."
*Killer stops abruptly and turns to face Polo, waiting for a response*