7:15P.M.

(Hey, wasn't that box of vinyl records some kind of black market Columbian collectible thingy?)

(I reckon yer right. What're we gonna do? I ain't never seen the baws all choked up like this before...)

What do you mean—— Hey! They're getting away! Those guys in black!

Wait! If they were here setting that trap, why didn't they just ambush us? This isn't adding up. We need to take a minute and come up with a plan before——

Texas!

Get in.

...Listen up.

You can expense your speeding tickets tonight.

They gotta pay... for my vinyl recoooords!!!

Got 'em! Dead ahead!

Exusiai! Pass me my Lil Homie!

You got it, boss!

Is that a gun?! But how are you going to pull the trigger...?

Hah! See for yourself, little man. Let our firearms expert tell you about it.

That's forty-two layers of logistics-grade cardboard, seamlessly glued together with industrial adhesive, driven by the finest rubber bands. It's really a magnificent piece.

You mean... it's a toy?

It's more of a slingshot——Ow! Err, it's a peacemaker!

You can't use live ammo in downtown Lungmen. That's the law.

And yet this is the only time the boss seems to care what the law says.

If nobody follows the rules, our whole society goes to hell, you feel me? Texas, put the top down!

Be careful. Don't want you hitting your head on a traffic signal like last time.

Do I look that tall to you?

Support sniper in position, boss!

W- wait a minute, there's a lot of other cars on the road. Don't tell me you're just gonna——

They're shootin' at us! Return fire!

How am I supposed to aim with you swervin' all over the place?!

Hey, are you hit back there?!

I'm bleeding, they got me, I need a bandage—— No wait, what is this, rubber?

A what?!

It's rubber, but it broke the glass! Shake 'em off, quick! Gah, that hurt!!

Clean headshot, boss!

Sic 'em, Texas!

I'm speeding up.

Slow down! Watch out for that big rig—— Aie!

Yer gonna wanna hold on tight. Texas's whipped up wilder'n a Forte in a twister right now.

Exu, blow their tires!

On it!

She's gonna pop their tires with rubber bullets?!

I have spoken. So let it be done.

Texas, can you talk some sense into them?!

(Looks away) ......

Forget it. They're havin' a good time.

Check this out! It's gonna do a cool flip!

Hey, I can't move the steering wheel!

Shit, bail out!

Wait! Going this fast, we're gonna get pulled in!

Hah.

All right, now the multi-car pileup is all yours, Texas!

Gee, thanks a lot.