-The next morning at school-
"Ha ha ha ha! Damn man, what happened? Ha ha ha." Andy laughed so hard that he caught the attention of all the students who walked down the hall.
Meanwhile, Clyde saw a sheet of paper written in Braille and also in regular form. "Half a million dollars in damages!?"
Lincoln slowly banged his head on his locker. "They dried up my account, and I had to give the rest of what I had in cash and what I gave to my parents, and I still owe three hundred thousand dollars."
"Hahahaha. This is too much. Hahaha. Enough hahaha. Fuck, fuck, I'm going to piss myself, hahaha."
"This isn't funny, Andy. I won't get paid until Professor Venom needs me again to close a deal."
"Well, you can ask him in advance."
"Ha! Good joke, man. This Venom isn't that generous, unless there's something for him."
"Andy's right, Clyde. I think I'll have to have a good time without pay."
"And your parents won't help you?"
"They offered to pay what they could, as did Lori, Leni, and Luna."
"Come on, man. Get that spirit up. Hey, how about we go get a few drinks after class?"
"We're too young to drink, Andy."
"Besides, I need all my senses. Alcohol impairs my perception."
"Bah. boring. Well, let's have some soda."
At the end of the school day, the three friends left for their refreshing sugar goals. While a group of three girls gaped at their friend.
"Girls...do you see the same thing as me?" Cici asked.
"No, I don't know," Susie said, rubbing her eyes.
"Ouch. No, this isn't a dream." Molly rubbed her arm where she had pinched herself.
The girls thought that what they saw was not real, that they were in a dream or rather a nightmare, or that they had passed through a portal to a parallel world. Even if that were the case, the odds of such an event occurring in a universe were less than zero, and yet it was. Their friend and leader, Christina, was arm in arm with Chandler.
Molly approaches Christina, worried about her friend. "Christy, what are you doing, hugging that pest?"
"Watch your mouth, girl. You're talking to my girlfriend."
These words made the girls have different reactions. Molly was open-mouthed and completely paralyzed; Susie had passed out on the snow; and Cici was holding back the urge to vomit.
"Like...boyfriend?" Cici asked; her reflex was already gone.
Cristina forced a crooked smile and replied. "Yes. Chandler and I...we're dating," saying that made her feel disgusted.
Molly grabs Cristina's arm and pulls her away from Chandler, then steps away and speaks alone. "Christy, have you lost your mind? What are you doing with this living evil?"
"I have to do this, Molly."
"Is it because of Lincoln Loud? This is already going too far."
Chandler leaned closer to listen to the conversation and answers. "Don't worry, my bitch isn't doing this for a favor; she's doing it because she loves me. Besides, I already took care of Larry. I assure you, you won't see him here again."
At that moment, the universe decided to sometimes be unfair.
There were three boys passing on the opposite sidewalk. An African American, an armless Spaniard, and an albino, they knew well.
Chandler's face was priceless, and the girls, including Christina, took a photo of his expressions.
For his part, Chandler went from surprise to anger to hatred.
"That's fucking Larry. After that beating, I told him to stay away. No one makes me feel ridiculous like that."
-Back with the boys-
Lincoln, Clyde, and Andy went out to buy food and fuel. Despite the massive economic bubble that the city was in, the old and dilapidated gas station looked as old and dilapidated as it did three years ago, if not more. It wasn't because Flip didn't do well at his job, but because the miserable miser wouldn't take it away, let alone with a sea of dollars in his pocket. However, he put some "changes" in place, imposed by the health department. It fumigates, cleans, and sterilizes everything. The establishment was now very clean. As well as adding new flavors to its distinctive product.
The boys had a flippie each. Clyde grape, Andy berry And Lincoln...well, he was trying one of the new flavors.
"You know what? I thought old Flip went crazy putting that flavor in Flipp's choice, but it's actually pretty delicious," Lincoln said as he drank.
"I see your taste in food is still very broad, brother."
"Come on, uncle. It's a carrot-orange drink. Who could like something like that?"
"That's nothing. My favorite sandwich is peanut butter and sauerkraut."
Andy turns green and barely holds back the urge to vomit. "Don't mess around, man. That's filthy."
"Hey, Lincoln, what are you going to do with the Wither Pearl Thermal Pool debt?"
"I don't know, Clyde. I think I'll have to wait until the professor calls me to work."
"I still think you should ask him for a salary advance. At least trie it."
"Yes, sure, buddy. There are more chances of winning the lottery."
While the boys were talking, a large truck decorated in such a way that it looked like a dog was passing by. Inside, two men were listening to the radio to see the winning lottery numbers.
"And now the winning numbers for the six million dollar lottery are. 1. 3. 2. 5. 4. 7. And the lucky number for the thirty thousand dollar bonus is... 6. That was all. Thanks for listening."
"Oh hell, I almost won." He had the numbers right, except the eight were the ticket numbers. 1 8. 2. 5. 4. 7 and finally 6.
"How unfortunate. But there's always a next time."
"Yes, you have to be positive." The man throws the ticket out the window, and it flies until it hits Lincoln's face.
"Guys, do I have something on my face?"
Clyde takes it from Lincoln's face. "It's a lottery ticket."
"Man. Maybe we can win."
"They wouldn't have gotten rid of it if there was any profit in it, Andy."