"What am I going to do? When he comes, he beats the s**t out of him!" I immediately argued loudly.
But it doesn't make everyone believe me.
But, wait. . . Rome, you arrogant bastard, you can't trust me, you can see them sitting there talking while I'm doing nothing.
Ok, crayfish first, so I survived.
"Whoever will do your thing will do it first. Now go back first. This state should not continue. We will lose our fun."
Everyone agreed that Rome would volunteer to send him on his motorbike, but I was also willing to step in lest he drive him out of the car, because he was already drunk. Don't ask about the risk of falling. It will fall off.
So I asked Kaen and Rome to take Tarn to my car, and then asked others to bring back crayfish and jeans. Kaen said no problem. The store closed at
