>>5781609“I just…” Hank continues as he mops some fresh sweat off of his brow, “I just wanna go <span class="mu-i">home</span>, alright? I wanna go home, take a long, hot bath… and <span class="mu-i">never</span> leave the house again! I’ll get one of those remote jobs!”
“You and me both, H.” Cammy nods in assent. “I almost hate to admit it, but these rich pricks could learn a thing or two from <span class="mu-s">PIZZA BOY</span> here–dude didn’t even know anyone before tonight and he ended up pulling all of our asses outta’ the fire. Takes balls.”
“<span class="mu-s">HONORABLE BEYOND REPROACH…</span>” Agrees Moose with pride in his booming voice, “<span class="mu-s">THE WORLD WOULD DO BETTER WITH MORE DIESEL CRASHES IN IT.</span>”
Thanks, Moose, you reply with a respectful nod, but you’re not all that honorable–you <span class="mu-i">did</span> almost get him killed, after all…
“<span class="mu-s">A PREPOSTEROUS NOTION.</span>” The giant retorts in a dismissive tone! “<span class="mu-s">MY BRUSH WITH DEATH WAS ENACTED BY MY ACTIONS AND MY ACTIONS ALONE–JUST THINKING OF HOW BRUTISH AND BRASH I ACTED, WELL…</span>” The jock shudders a bit. “<span class="mu-s">... YOU HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR, MY FRIEND–T’WAS MY ANGER THAT BROUGHT ABOUT THAT WELL-DESERVED TROUNCING.</span>”
Well <span class="mu-i">still</span>, you reply as you shift awkwardly from foot to foot, you still feel <span class="mu-i">bad</span> about it…
“<span class="mu-s">SIMPLY UNNECESSARY–YOUR DEEDS THIS EVE MORE THAN MAKE UP FOR IT.</span>” Holding out his beefy hand again, the jock even bows down a bit to assist your reach. “<span class="mu-s">LET US SHAKE ON IT AND CALL THE MATTER SETTLED.</span>”
Placing your hand in his, you brace for every bone to be reduced to powder, but blink in approval when you find Moose’s handshake somewhat… gentle! Wow!
“Jeez, get a room, why don’tcha?” Jokes Cammy as Hank elbows her in the stomach! “Ow!”
“C’mon, Cam–we <span class="mu-i">talked</span> about this!” Hank groans from his trusty swivel chair, “You made me promise to make <span class="mu-i">you</span> promise you’d act a little nicer when Diesel showed up, remember?”
“I do!” Chirps Smythe as his goons nod in synchronized <span class="mu-s">TACTICAL ASSENT</span>!
“Yea, yea…” Sighs Cammy as she rolls her eyes behind her shades, “Look, Diesel, I’m not really good at anything but building sets and giving tough love, so…” Kicking a discarded chip bag at her feet, the girl bites her lip as she struggles to say what she wants to say!
“... <span class="mu-i">thanks</span>. Seriously.”
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>SHE CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!>SHE’S WELCOME!>WHAT DO YOU THINK, BOYS? WAS THAT GOOD ENOUGH?>WHATEVER, CAM.>SAY NOTHING!>WRITE-IN! 