Cut scene to Michael Bidwill's office:
Michael Bidwill: Hey coach, ASFN is talking about who should be the face of the franchise. Do you think it should be me?
Coach Bro: Well, Mr. Little B, I think that it should be someone else, like a leader on the team.
*Kyler pops head into the office*
Kyler: Did I hear someone talking about a leader?
Bro: Yeah, trying to find out who is the face of the team. And it should be a leader.
K1: Sheeeiit, I think it should be me.
Bro: I said a leader.
K1: I lead this team. In yards passing, in getting sacked, in making the dough, so whaddya mean I'm not a leader?
Mikey: Okay guys. Seriously. Yes, Kyler, we know that you lead those categories. But we need a leader who leads by example. For example, I bought a plane for the team to use, so I should be considered the leader.
*Steve Keim pops head into office while holding a beer*
Keim: What are you guys arguing about?
Bro: We're trying to figure out who the leader is on the team.
*Keim slowly backs into the hallway and disappears*
Mikey: Seriously, c'mon. I even changed the helmet for two games. I lead. I'm a leader. I should be the face of the team.
K1: I dunno, dog. You think you know what's going on, but I gotta defer to myself on this.
Bro: Anyone seen JJ?
K1: He plays on the d side of things. You know we don't care about that side of the ball.
Mikey: AS A LEADER, I PAID TOP DOLLAR FOR JJ!!
Bro: Yeah, thank god you did for him to cover all of his medical bills.
Mikey: Fine. But my dad used to own this team, and I think he would want ME to be the face of the team. Afterall, we're the oldest franchise in the league.
K1: Oldest team??? I never knew that. Then why haven't we won much?
Mikey and Bro in unison: Because someone doesn't study!
K1: Hey, don't gang up on me. I can only see what I can see.
Bro: Yeah, your check downs suck ass.
Mikey: Calm down you two. We have to work together for the next 15 years after your upcoming extensions. But let's agree. It should be me, right? I'm a lawyer and all that. And I have perfect hair to be the face of the team.
K1: You strange, dog. *Kyler grabs his gaming controller and leaves the room*
Mikey: Where's Kyler going?
Bro: I think he said something about phasing up his clan or something. That makes me happy that he's trying to study and bond with his teammates.
Mikey: I'll arm wrestle you. Winner is the face.
*Big Red comes into the office*
Big Red: Birdcity beeatches!!!!! Caw ca-caw!
*Rotating dolly zoom shot of Big Red's head and subscript* BIG RED - THE FACE OF THE ARIZONA CARDINALS