Billy was confused; based on Wesley's personality, he would definitely have tried to mess these two up as badly as possible.
"Fatty, use your brain. I already said 'justice from above.' Hurry up and buy the stuff; we'll come back and clean up these two."
Wesley gave a mysterious smile and whispered instructions into Billy's ear.
"Fatty, we'll do this, and then that!"
"Not bad, that's good, it has to be you, Brother Wesley!"
After listening, Billy's chubby face was full of meaningful expressions.
A few minutes later, Wesley and Billy returned, appearing at the men's restroom entrance again, both holding several bottle rockets in their hands.
"Light them!"
"Blast those bastards; we have to teach them a lesson!"
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Inside the restroom, Logan and Carl had finished dropping their bombs and were cleaning up.
"Carl, do you smell something else?"
Logan twitched his nose as a faint smell of gunpowder drifted into his nostrils.
