"It's not like he'll go anywhere like this. We can just leave him, but god knows what god-mod Mary Sue bullshit he'll pull. We'll find a way to make him talk."
I melt some candles to make some wax for earplugs and hand them to the G-Team members around me. "Cover your ears. This'll make him talk."
I proceed to play on the Van's radio Justin Bieber's Baby. The 10 hour version.
"Oh christ, well me Knife, Salt, Zombie and Grim have teamed up. We built this van and are trying to get to G-Man. Eric is angry about his sword or something and kept attacking us so I cut off his arms and legs and taped to the van's roof."
"Oh fuck this. Tox, you wanna join the G-Team? We're trying to beat G-mans system and find out what's happening?" I say as I hop in the drivers seat of the G-Van.
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