"Whatever, delivery girl. Go fix your broken bumper car. Hopefully a six year old didn't vomit into the motor this time." Howard snickered to himself as he polished off his corn dog. Man, being a mechanic who got paid in money must suck. Howard was glad he was an archaeologist who got to pick his own hours. Sure, his management sucked, but did that really count if he could simply avoid them for a few weeks?

Probably not.

At least these corn dogs were good. They weren't as good as his favorite snack: cinnamon rolls, but they were good enough. Howard choked on the stick, eyes bulging.

Favorite. Favorite. Shit.

shitshitshitshit.

"Wait, how does that favor work? June? June!" Howard shouted as he stood up, but she had vanished. Dammit. He'd have to have that looming over her. Didn't he already owe her enough from the blackmail? Howard blinked and scratched his chin. Damn, if she had wanted to, she could've said that he was in Team Rocket in a public place. That would've ruined him!

How strange...

Whatever. He had to go get his money back. Howard ran off in the opposite direction.

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june sleigh