Tone looked at the briefcase, then back at the road. A small, devious smirk climbed up his face. "Well... maybe one more. But only if the next one involves less seafood."
In the midst of the white cloud and the absolute absurdity of the brawl, they somehow ended up back in the van, briefcase in hand, with Bino still clutching a half-eaten shrimp cocktail. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...
Tone watched from the bushes, his face buried in his hands. "I work with amateurs. Literal children." Tone looked at the briefcase, then back at the road