Area 52? Woo doggy. Mao let out a puff of air in astonishment, impressed, and went right back to grinning, his voice bursting with amusement, eyes burning with interest behind his shades. "Lookit you all pretending not to know about zombies all innocent when you work at Area-fucking-52! You can't tell me there's not some Umbrella Cooperation shit going down in there, c'mon!" That 'c'mon' was emphasized with a playful whack to Ben's back. Dancing in graveyards had to be child's play compared to creepy secret government stuff. Who knew what kind of T-virus or Skynet monstrosities were being concocted right at this very moment??
"Oh God, D 'n D..." Mao eyed Ben dubiously, the guy didn't look like a turbo nerd to him, no, he struck him as being a total Chad. Maybe he had the misfortune of being home-schooled and therefore never realized he had grown into someone who could give loser kids swirlies and get away with it and strut down the hall with two hot blondes on either side of him.
"I'm with you on the video games, though. And, I dunno, I do lots of stuff too. Party, watch movies, troll the forums, break the law... You know, lots of stuff." A shrug. Then, now that they were getting friendly, Mao couldn't quite hold his tongue anymore.
"Okay, man, like, how many dogs do you own anyway?" What a nice way of saying 'You stink.'