"He'll burn the garage down before that happens."
"What is wrong with you? You've been less depressed faced with having to eat Vinnie's cooking."
"Oh now you're worried about how I feel. Imagine that, I'm worried that your playing detective is going to get our friends killed!"
Metal clanged on the tiled floor some where in the vegatable section of the grocery store. A spring hit the ceiling, and even more metal bits hit the floor.
"Well, now we've moved from depressed to hostile."
"SPARKS! Bring me some paper towels, now!" Tala bellowed from the back of the store.
Charley let go of the grocery cart and put her hands on her hips as she glared at Throttle. "You can't send Modo and Sparks into the other pits on race day. The other crews will assume they're spying and hurt them. And don't even say they wouldn't; no one is as noble as you!"
Her anger didn't seem to touch him. "Valid point. Maybe we should talk to the concession stand workers."
Sparks skidded to a stop beside the cart. "Where's Tala?" He hugged a roll of paper towels.
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