Jimmy drove the Bentley out of the parking lot and past the alley of black people, still relishing his own swag, "In Texas, if you're packing serious heat and have a short fuse, trust me, no one dares to mess with you on the street. After all, no one wants to be blown to the sky by an unexpected hand grenade!"
"What a waste of those arms."
Allen Zhang felt a pang of regret. The General Sect Leader is always frugal. He had considered reclaiming it, but Jimmy stopped him, "A deal's a deal. They paid the money, we deliver the goods. Consider that hand grenade a little bonus from us."
Obviously, you're sticklers for rules... just a bit mental.
"Let's go check out the downtown area." Allen Zhang saw that the deal was done. He'd come all this way, so it seemed like a loss not to take a trip downtown.
Then he said to Shadi, "Your stuff will probably take another hour to be dealt with. How about trying some Texas cuisine? What do you think?"
