“Yeah, I’m going to need you to let me out of this car,” Gibsie announced, dry-heaving from the front seat as he drove like a maniac toward the city. “Like right fucking now!” “You’re driving the bleeding car, ya bollox,” Johnny barked, looking equally as distressed in the passenger seat. Putting his head in his hands, he rocked his oversized body back and forth. “It’s grand, Gibs. It’s perfectly normal. We can get through this together.” “All I wanted was a burger.” “I know, Gibs.” “And maybe a curry chips. Is that too much to ask for? And now, after what we’ve just witnessed, I’ll never eat
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