"Ack, next time I am going to ask father to make us a portable suit!"
Back in the Baby Crew truck, the sounds of almost endless rustle and clanging reverberated in the air as the girls hastened to wear their costumes. As for Gary and Riley, they were forced to get dressed outside somewhere.
Gary was having a hard time, of course, with all the layers and layers of kevlar in his suit. As for Riley, he was already done getting dressed.
"F… fuck," Gary said as he struggled, "Did I fucking gain weight that fas–"
And before he could even finish his words the sound of birds crying echoed throughout the parking lot they were in. The sound of their wings fluttering; almost an orchestra of panic as it harmonized with their caws.
Yes, I know I am creative with the names. ROAD TO TOP 10!
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