The next day, Lambo was woken up by the sound of soft knocks at the door. He pulled himself groggily out of bed and answered the door. Irie was on the other side, carrying a few folders full of paper and dragging Spanner with him. Lambo gave them both a confused look (though it looked more like he was about to puke).

“Irie?” he asked, rubbing ( Read more... )