I've managed to procure a few tickets to Italy, and I'm booking a hotel suite as soon as I get there. As if I'd let a catastrophe like
this go unanswered. Not to mention the opportunity to rebuild a Ferrari from this comes once a century. If that often. So I'll be packing a couple bags and my tools, then starting the drive to Port Angeles where I'll board my plane. I would have left last night, but of course, I had to grab a midnight snack to tide me over.
Squalo. Shut up, you don't get a say in this.
Emmett, Alice. How do you feel about being my travel companions and/or pit team?
Badou. Stay out of my way. And keep that bitch of yours away from me. I can hardly do what I need to do with the smell of dog making me want to gag.
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