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3–30 9:46 a.m.

DM: Talk to Felix.

FA: ??

FA: Listen, the Bronco had some…issues

JH: You were supposed to lightly tap the bumper a few times and flash your high beams. Not fishtail us across the hwy and smash up a police cruiser you dummy.

FA: Yeah like I meant to do that ?? The power steering kept going out and the brakes were total shittt. I was just going to drive past the cop, and the next thing I know I’m plowing into the back of it

FA: Also the deer wasn’t my fault

JH: YOU TOTALED A COP CAR

DM: He didn’t mean to…

JH: I’m having a vivid memory of you telling us about this car.

FA: It’ll make it. You guys need to relax. What’s the worst that could happen?

JH: Ah yes. There it is.

FA: Listen…

DM: The cop is fine. Promise. We checked on her and made sure help was coming before we took off.

JH: Did she see you?

FA: No, we bailed when we heard sirens. WHILE MY FACE WAS ON FIRE BY THE WAY. Dylan had to drive all the way back thanks to you

JH: What else was I supposed to do? Strangling Brooke wasn’t part of the plan.

FA: I wasn’t strangling anyone. I just picked her up and rattled her around a little. She started screaming her head off but wasn’t in danger

JH: If a giant picked you up and rattled your brains, you’d probably fear for your life too.

FA: But you know the giant! I wouldn’t do that

JH: I heard her screaming and found you standing over her. I stand by the pepper spray.

FA: I’m only letting this go because you got thrown around in a tin can yesterday

JH: Smart.

3–30 10:09 a.m.

JH: What about the rest? Did you guys keep to THAT plan at least?

FA: Yes, you nag. The Bronco’s been crushed back at the junkyard. Masks and clothes are long gone

JH: So…it’s over?

DM: You tell us. Have you talked to the police yet?

3–30 10:20 a.m.

JH: Funny you should ask. They just left my hospital room.

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