Wicker slaps the table. “Deal me in. I got ammo.” But when he starts patting his back, he snorts a laugh, gesturing to Lex. “Gimme my gun, bro.” Lex scoffs. “Yeah, that’s gonna happen. I wouldn’t even trust you with a blow dryer right now.” Wicker thrusts a finger at him. “That was one time. One time.”
I need to know what happened with the blow dryer lol
