Chapter 982: PINEAPPLES!

Our vehicles were lined up in the same order they did before—after careful maintenance and whatnot with the addition of Logan and company—and before we got in and put our keys in the ignition, Sal, Edith, Nancy, Elsa, Mauro, Sebastian, Clyde, Lisa, and even Rogue who was surprisingly behaving like a puppy with Nem-Nem and Mie-My, were planning to send us off with a few words, mostly:

Sal started looking a few years younger, "Kid. Have a safe trip, alright?"

"Of course—"

"And that helicopter of yours. I won't trust anyone else to fly it but YOU. If any other motherfucker swooped in to pick my niece and Nancy up, I'll check if they're hot first before doing away with them, GOT IT?!"

"Wut— S-Sure, I guess…"