Crater Park II: There is a hole in your mind

You pull off the prong entanglement just fine, nodding with your brows up. "sounds.INTENSE.i.could.nt.even.command.my.own.LUSUS.if.i.had.to.ANYWAY" You're actually impressed if the dude really got to pulling that off. Bloodties are all the connections any troll needs, you are aware of that. All your sectlings were good at was horticulture. Not that you didn't pick up a few things but seriously. You have a higher calling. "how.many.would.you.be.commanding.EVEN|?|" You ask, but you're willing to guess ... a lot. You really can't fathom that shit. All that responsibility, nah, you're better off narrowly culling yourself in various hazardous ways for the sake of entertainment. It makes more sense to you.

You let Jaycen's words drift around your head as you contemplate. He wasn't of age to be in command of all that, right? You don't really know but it seems pretty far-fetched and the fact he'd claimed to be a future commander to now claiming to already be in command? Well, needless to say it sinks in that he's filled with more hot air than you are.

"well.SHIT.sounds.all.sorts.of.IMPORTANT.you.got.the.day.off.or.SOMETHING|?|"

You bob your head, sort of. "cool.BRO.practice.makes.the.MASTER"
You quote from your eternal messiah The Grand Stuntmaster, of whom this bro could learn a thing or two. Possibly.
But you don't flaunt your faith, which is another moral from the Stuntmaster rhetoric.

Your brow lifts a little. This is one high-strung dude alright. "nah.man.why.would.I|?|i.m.saying.practice.is.KEY.that.s.why.i.m.here.TOO.no.rest.for.the.AWESOME"
It's probably better if you level with the dude anyway, especially if you want to make a new fan of him.

You decide not only to not take this dude seriously, but to humor him in such a way that it just might encourage him. You know black belts are not a thing in parkour anyway. You take self-aggrandizing with the smallest fragments of sand. "so.how.about.showing.off.those.skills.some.more|?|keep.on.honing.your.mad.craft.MAN"

You nod approvingly as you observe the trick, awaiting the finish, wondering if he'll stick his landing this time around.

Your approving nod does not falter. He at least made a little more progress than before. "man.that.was.GREAT.ain.t.gravity.one.fickle.MISTRESS"
You comment, following that up with a compliment sandwich as you nod some more in effect. "that.sure.was.sick.DUDE"

"i.can.only.IMAGINE"
You nod congenially, not about to leave the dude hanging on a fist bump.

You make an attempt at a smile, "yeah.DUDE|?|that.s.COOL.flattering.REALLY.but.i.got.my.own.stuff.going.ON.important.stuntmaster.DUTIES"
You have no interest being an underling, or being part of any enterprise that is centered on hurting others. You hurt yourself and only yourself. 

You bob a nod, a bit relieved that he didn't push the recruitment. "if.you.WANT.i.m.conducting.a.stunt.exposition.coming.UP.you.re.welcome.to.check.it.OUT" You offer fairly casually. "i.ll.be.kicking.some.mad.tricks.on.my.MOTORSTUNTER.i.ve.been.told.that.the.spectacle.is.MONUMENTAL"

Lets throw in someone to be a bit of a third wheel!
Chever unsuspectingly wanders into the park, before pulling out a case and opening it up. Pulling out a device with a large antenna sticking out, he begins mashing a few buttons. Soon after a small flying machine pops out of the plain case. wonder what he is up to.