Chapter 389: Você É Em Idiota

Billie Bob Taylor 

"How much horse power your Urus have?" I asked Benedito as I walked around with a blanket with my American flag boxers whilst Benedito started whipping up dinner for the both of us. 

"720, I had it slightly modified," he shrugged as he continued dicing onions without even shedding a tear. The man was made out of pure steel and determination. 

"And what's its top speed?" I walked to the window and looked out to the trees that were being blown so viscously by the wind they could not even stand straight. 

"190.3 miles per hour," he responded. 

"Did you know that a category number five hurricane can have winds up to 157mph?"

He nodded, "Yes and?"

"Your Lamborghini faster than that," I grinned. 

"And?"

"Have you watched 'Storm Chasers'?" I wiggled my eyebrows hoping for once in Benedito's life he would have a zest for life and just go with me on a journey.