Greg had a lot of enemies here. A lot of these men (and women, to be fair) didn't like the circus he had turned the last mayoral election into, and honestly it was kind of a miracle that they even let him inside the club. Given the ridiculousness of his outfit, vintage pipe (which was definitely a bong) and all, it was very obvious that he was just here to screw around. He and Mario always had fun, though, so he was going to just roll with the punches and see what happened. If he got thrown out for being a jackass, then so be it.
He glanced down at the club and back up at Mario as he adjusted his gloves, a nonchalant look on his face. "Okay, then what are you waiting for?" Such amateur trash talk. Surely they could do better!