The runners are in the Blood Suns’s hideout, Muffler Axle is spouting noxious accusations against Gramps and the 86’s. Mike is invisible, Abstract is hamming it up, and Stanley is sweltering while being locked in the truck. What could go wrong? What’s the harm in obviously rhetorical questions inviting disaster? Never tell these guys the odds.
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