Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Wh-- oh, fanculo," Mateo hisses under his breath, though its with a grateful glare at Koa that he wiggles out of his shirt and turns it the right way. It doesn't make him look any less dishevelled, but he feels a bit better. Accepting a shovel in exchange for a sack, he smiles to Everest and nods. "I do remember," he says, reaching into his pocket to pull out three small jars of pale powder.
"I have been trying to make an artificial hand mine bait," he says, handing them out as well. "If we sprinkle this on the ground, the mines should pop up." Should being the operative word. "It might be better for us to get the more obvious ones first, though."
Alright, let's dig up the more obvious hand mines! Mateo has also given everyone some powder to sprinkle to attract the hidden mines.
No post order!
"I have been trying to make an artificial hand mine bait," he says, handing them out as well. "If we sprinkle this on the ground, the mines should pop up." Should being the operative word. "It might be better for us to get the more obvious ones first, though."
Alright, let's dig up the more obvious hand mines! Mateo has also given everyone some powder to sprinkle to attract the hidden mines.
No post order!
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
