Luckily a really good friend dropped everything, flew to the Philippines and then we got a 12-hour turn back.

So did you like have to kill any henchmen or police officers or anyone on the way?

What? No, what are you talking about?

Oh, what about like a, was there like a high-speed chase down some like hot swampy river with like

anacondis and shit? Well there were no anacondis but there was kind of a high-speed between one

terminal and another but we weren't being chased by anybody except for the time.

Jake, please come on man just let him tell a story. Okay, okay, sorry my bad go go ahead friend.

Yeah, it's fine don't worry about it so I'm a 19th which was like I got warned.

So you were like sitting in your place or whatever and all of a sudden two mask men burst to the

windows with empty bags slung over their shoulders. Delete then twee.

One of the mask men yelled Fred couldn't be sure but his voice sounded an awful lot like Jim

Watkins. The other larger figure had an oafish cumbersome body type similar to Jim's son run

but many people look like that. In fact it probably wasn't Jim Watkins or his boy at all.

Philippine government. He's Philippine government.

Philippine government. Oh shit man. One of the men seemed to be struggling with his

repel harness. He had become twisted in the ropes rendering himself completely useless.

The other spoke. Call me senile do you? Well if I'm senile then the cat's in the cradle of the

silver spoon. Fredric couldn't help but cringe. He glanced around the room,

eyeing anything that could be a potential escape route. The older man took an aggressive step towards

Fredric and stumped his toe on a raised piece of a living room floor. He clutched his foot

howling and pain as he hopped around the living room spilling loose chains discarded gun wrappers

everywhere. Jake you know literally none of that happened how you're saying it. Come on come on man

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