Why, stay right there of course! If Lido and his cheerleaders move, you’ll just move with ‘em! Man, you’re pretty cool sometimes-oh wait, they’re continuing!

“What about Rolo?” Lido asks as he sends a pointed glance at Peepers. “We got our job.”

“Yea, well…” Mutters the other Gnok, “W-we’re still gonna have him as a boss, right? Last time I talked ta’ Kiigha she said-”

“Kiigha says shit all the time…” Their Capo groans, waving the statement away like a fart in the wind! “A casino got burned down… big whoop. Rolo’s just headin’ back to Umberal ta’ talk to The Boss about rebuildin’ the Meat Wagon, is all.”

‘Rebuilding the Meat Wagon’... the meaning isn’t totally clear, but you’re pretty sure the Spice Cartel isn’t building an actual wagon made of meat…

“What about the Chairman, Lid?”

The Gnok gives the Mzz’goe’virr a thoughtful glance.

“Terrible shame. What about it?”

“Well…” Adds Muuzi, “We uh… we didn’t-”

“Dunno anything about that.” Shrugs the Gnok. “Beeb?”

The stoic Skog stoops down low to put a hand on the Mzz’goe’virr’s shoulder. “Word to da’ wise: Y’on da’ right hand? Stay there. Don’t go sniffin’ around da’ left.”

“The less you know the better in dis’ line-a work…” Peepers adds with a knowing nod. “That’s why Needo’s such a good hood!”

The Durher’s eyes light up with ire! “EY!”

Before Needo can stick a knife in any of his coworkers, Peeper’s eyes widen at the approach of a pair of heavy footfalls just off to your side! The rest of the hoodlums just stare, cool as a cucumber patch!

“Somethin’ I can help ya’ with, stretch?” Asks Lido, his perpetually-tired eyes drifting up to the newcomer’s face!

“Forgive my uncouthness…” Mutters the towering figure, his eyes and few features hidden under some kind of cloak, “But did mine ears hear you mention the late Chairman Fellick?”

>CONTD.