“I don’t care if she hands you a steaming pile of goat shit,” Mira lectures down the line. “No one complains. Got it? Smile and thank her. This is our last real chance to secure an army.” “What if it’s cow shit?” Ridoc asks. “That’s considerably heavier.” “No complaining,” Drake snaps from the left. “Fuck, it’s like traveling with my parents,” Ridoc mutters.
