Rich doesn't snap back at Wash, of course he doesn't, because he's Rich. He just takes it in that way of his that always pisses Grif off. Classic infuriating superhero best friend. If Grif had any lingering doubts about who's driving the Richmobile right now, this is the thing that blows them out of the water for good.

"Fuck you, this is our job!"

Rich wants to go out there and solve the problem alone by dying, of course he does, because he's Rich. And Grif could strangle him.

Rich was the one who talked to him about this in the first place.

"So if any one of us does fail at something, the others are ready to try to help keep it from hurting someone -- and if they can't do that, they're there to help their teammate pick up the pieces.

Do you really think you're the only person who's fucked up here? That's why we have a team, Grif. For superheroes, a team is fuckup insurance."

That conversation is what's running through his head when he yells:

"Jesus, Rich, maybe you're fucked up right now, but guess what? You got us! You got fuckup insurance!"

"So get your stupid, spandexed ass back here so we can fix you or so help me I will race that black hole and drag it!"

That's... that's definitely how that would work.