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"Hey there fellas, ya miss me!?" Chet greeted.
It was around eleven o'clock when Chet showed up to the usual hangout spot beneath the boardwalk. After their encounter with the sheriff, both Switch and Rolo wasted no time in leaving the pancake place. Switch himself seriously considered never going returning to said establishment if there was a chance that they would ever be hassled by the law again. Rolo on the other hand, felt differently. Truly nothing on earth could ever get between him and his pancakes. Such a prospect was inconceivable. But still, it was abundantly clear to Rolo that precautions had to be taken. Given all that had transpired, both Switch and Rolo looked and felt visibly relieved at Chets arrival.
"Dude, more than you know." replied Switch.
"Yeah, officer friendly had a little talk with us. And by officer friendly, I mean the sheriff. And what I mean by little talk I mean that..." explained Rolo.
Switch cut him off however. "He's been askin us questions about the challenge we made to the town. Man I knew it was a bad idea. It's not like the bad old days anymore. People are a hell of a lot more uptight now. Switch interjected.
"Yeah, I know. But we had to do it. All part of the plan." Chet replied.
He then took out both a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket pocket then lit up. The drag he took was slow and deep.
"Whose plan!? Your plan or the pompous little squares plan!?" asked Switch.
"Yeah! Who are we actually doin shit for!? Who's really callin the shots!?" asked Rolo.
Chet grabbed his cigarette with both the ring and index fingers of his left hand. It was after a slight pause before Chet breathed out a long plume of smoke from his mouth. He then let his left arm hang slackly at his side. Chet never failed to always have a calm and relaxed demeanour, even when he didn't feel calm nor relaxed in the slightest.
"Whose plan you ask? Why, would you believe it's both? Even though Charles and I may benefit from our mutual arrangement, as intended, let me assure you gentlemen that it'll be our master plan that we'll fulfill, not his. For now though, both our plans will coincide for the foreseeable future." explained Chet.
"And as always Rolo, good buddy, I'm the one you're actually doin shit for. I'm the one who's really callin the shots, and don't you forget it." asserted Chet calmly.
"Yeah that's all well and good, but will you ever let us in on your so called master plan!? I mean, we're your best pals and we have no idea what's goin on! Your treatin us like chumps here! expounded Switch.
"Yeah! Brothers for life! Remember!?" added Rolo.
"In due time fellas. All I ask is that you don't stop trustin me, your leader. I need your trust now more than ever! Big things are commin and we need to stick together. So just relax alright!?" pleaded Chet.
"Well, you never steered us wrong before. I trust ya. Just don't keep us in the dark forever." asked Switch.
"I still trust you to. You're a good dude." said Rolo.
"Thanks fellas, it means a lot. I promise you guys that our gang will come out on top! Don't you worry bout that!" proclaimed Chet.
Chet then performed the secret Salt Bay Turbo handshake with Switch then Rolo. A sign of solidarity, though for Switch, rang hollow. Chets grip wasn't as firm as it usually was.
"Hey, ya seen short man around?" asked Rolo.
"He's with church girl aka Miranda." replied Chet.
"For a church girl she sure is loose with her holiness. Well, not that loose. We're talkin bout Divo here guys! I mean come on!" joked Switch.
Both Chet and Rolo giggled. Switch himself let out one of his signature obnoxious hyena laughs. It was for that brief moment that Chet forgot the various issues that swirled around in his mind. So many loose ends. So many things that could go wrong. Chet began to question his leadership as of late. Such a feeling of uncertainty increased over the last week. The conversation they just had further intensified that feeling to new and uncomfortable levels. Truly, he never felt so anxious before.
Chet took another deep, slow drag of his cigarette.
It was around eleven o'clock when Chet showed up to the usual hangout spot beneath the boardwalk. After their encounter with the sheriff, both Switch and Rolo wasted no time in leaving the pancake place. Switch himself seriously considered never going returning to said establishment if there was a chance that they would ever be hassled by the law again. Rolo on the other hand, felt differently. Truly nothing on earth could ever get between him and his pancakes. Such a prospect was inconceivable. But still, it was abundantly clear to Rolo that precautions had to be taken. Given all that had transpired, both Switch and Rolo looked and felt visibly relieved at Chets arrival.
"Dude, more than you know." replied Switch.
"Yeah, officer friendly had a little talk with us. And by officer friendly, I mean the sheriff. And what I mean by little talk I mean that..." explained Rolo.
Switch cut him off however. "He's been askin us questions about the challenge we made to the town. Man I knew it was a bad idea. It's not like the bad old days anymore. People are a hell of a lot more uptight now. Switch interjected.
"Yeah, I know. But we had to do it. All part of the plan." Chet replied.
He then took out both a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket pocket then lit up. The drag he took was slow and deep.
"Whose plan!? Your plan or the pompous little squares plan!?" asked Switch.
"Yeah! Who are we actually doin shit for!? Who's really callin the shots!?" asked Rolo.
Chet grabbed his cigarette with both the ring and index fingers of his left hand. It was after a slight pause before Chet breathed out a long plume of smoke from his mouth. He then let his left arm hang slackly at his side. Chet never failed to always have a calm and relaxed demeanour, even when he didn't feel calm nor relaxed in the slightest.
"Whose plan you ask? Why, would you believe it's both? Even though Charles and I may benefit from our mutual arrangement, as intended, let me assure you gentlemen that it'll be our master plan that we'll fulfill, not his. For now though, both our plans will coincide for the foreseeable future." explained Chet.
"And as always Rolo, good buddy, I'm the one you're actually doin shit for. I'm the one who's really callin the shots, and don't you forget it." asserted Chet calmly.
"Yeah that's all well and good, but will you ever let us in on your so called master plan!? I mean, we're your best pals and we have no idea what's goin on! Your treatin us like chumps here! expounded Switch.
"Yeah! Brothers for life! Remember!?" added Rolo.
"In due time fellas. All I ask is that you don't stop trustin me, your leader. I need your trust now more than ever! Big things are commin and we need to stick together. So just relax alright!?" pleaded Chet.
"Well, you never steered us wrong before. I trust ya. Just don't keep us in the dark forever." asked Switch.
"I still trust you to. You're a good dude." said Rolo.
"Thanks fellas, it means a lot. I promise you guys that our gang will come out on top! Don't you worry bout that!" proclaimed Chet.
Chet then performed the secret Salt Bay Turbo handshake with Switch then Rolo. A sign of solidarity, though for Switch, rang hollow. Chets grip wasn't as firm as it usually was.
"Hey, ya seen short man around?" asked Rolo.
"He's with church girl aka Miranda." replied Chet.
"For a church girl she sure is loose with her holiness. Well, not that loose. We're talkin bout Divo here guys! I mean come on!" joked Switch.
Both Chet and Rolo giggled. Switch himself let out one of his signature obnoxious hyena laughs. It was for that brief moment that Chet forgot the various issues that swirled around in his mind. So many loose ends. So many things that could go wrong. Chet began to question his leadership as of late. Such a feeling of uncertainty increased over the last week. The conversation they just had further intensified that feeling to new and uncomfortable levels. Truly, he never felt so anxious before.
Chet took another deep, slow drag of his cigarette.