TERRANCE GLANCED AROUND, A WORRIED LOOK GROWING ON HIS FACE, “HOWEVER DID WE ARRIVE HERE?”. AT THIS POINT JIMOTHY WAS MORE THAN ANNOYED, “IT WAS THOSE DAMN KIDS, JUST LOOK AT ME... I’M COVERED IN ARRABBIATA SAUCE!”. TERRANCE LEANED CLOSER TO SMELL JIMOTHY’S OVERALLS, “MY DEAR JIMOTHY, THAT’S SPICY V8.”            
                            
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