“Or what?” Louis said, suddenly sounding inexplicably hostile. “You gonna blow us up?” “No,” Donut said, jumping on the table and scattering their glasses. Vodka spilled everywhere. “Carl won’t hurt you. But if you’re not a part of the team, we are going to make sure you are kicked out of town. Have you seen the mobs out there in the desert? I haven’t seen anything lower than level 30. And since you two chuckleheads are level 22, I don’t think that will go so well. Now say, ‘We’ll be there, Carl.’” “We’ll be there, Carl,” Louis said, swallowing. “Lovely,” Donut said.
