“‘No memory cards. Start from scratch, and the person who completes the most missions before dying is the winner,’” I mimicked his voice. “You never said anything about cheat codes.” “You’re dangerous,” Johnny grumbled. “And sneaky.” “I’m the best,” I cackled as I cleared another mission. “I did try to warn you.” “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to be the Bill fucking Gates of Grand Theft Auto, did I?”
