Fizzy: -goes into his car and turns it on pulling out-

Manager:STOP LEAVING!REKED UR FIREN//Reked:.comon kids-carry’s Gold And Radio and walks home//Blodd:-walks next to him-..

Fizzy: sorry I walked out like that- but cya! -runs to his car-

Reked:thanks..-takes the money and puts it in pocket-

Fizzy: -takes out his wallet and graves some muns and goes over to reked- uh..hey I have to go- so here’s a lil something -gives the money to him-