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“I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this.” You give it a positive spin without ignoring what this is.
“Yeah, that’s what I tell myself too, kid. That’s what I tell myself too, kid…” Craig pats you on the back as he sighs.
“Just tell him it’s a piece of trash, jackass, haha – guh, shit…” Sewel is one of the shadowy figures that was laughing before, he scolds you for not calling the trophy shit. He looks injured, and the pain from said injuries is causing him to recoil during his laugh.
“You deserve that, moron.” Craig shrugs as he enjoys this karmic justice.
“Good to see you, Sewel.” You are cordial. Despite the pain, the mechanic shoots a thumbs up in your general direction. “Biggest tournament so far, huh? How many people will be here? And who is coming?”
“Let me think, adding you and your pal...” Craig starts counting with his fingers. “Well, around 20 people. And as for who’s coming, rest assured that the regulars will be here. And some spicy surprises.”
“Fuck your pun.” Sewel hates it.
“We gotta throw them out now! You know how pissed the old man gets when he hears them.” Craig wants to have fun while it lasts.
“Does Mr. Spice hate puns?” You raise an eyebrow.
“You know he’s coming?” Craig is kinda disappointed that you already know.
“Nah, he likes dishing them himself when he gets in ‘the heat of battle’!” Sewel mocks Jun Spice’s voice. “Goofy old try hard…”
“Can’t actually picture it…” You don’t know how to feel about this.
“He’s a grandfather, of course, he likes dad humor.” Craig shrugs.
“You don’t need to be a father to enjoy good wordplay.” A different shadowy figure reveals himself! It’s your pal from the police: Roger Jackson! “It’s good to see you alive and well, kid. Did you get your van back?”
“It’s good and safe, sir! Thank you for everything!” You smile.
“Don’t mention it, kid. It’s good to have a decent boss for once.” Roger Jackson smirks back.
“By the way, where did you get this trophy?” You turn to Craig. Sumo is one of the three most important sports in the country, obviously all of them pale in comparison to Boxing.
“Look around the streets. There are always old farts selling valuable antiquities. This is the oldest district in the city, some shops are hundreds of years old.” Craig explains. That explains that bookstore with the old lady… “There’s this old guy who still makes all types of trophies, belts, stuff like that. Amazing craftsmanship. The go-to guy for the big orgs. Since we were hurting for time, I bought the cheapest one.”
