Tokyo watched from the doorway, smirking. “Denver, you’re going to wake the hostages.”
Denver sighed, a dramatic, world-weary sigh. He broke the cracker in half. He handed one piece to Rio.
“That wasn’t on the counter ,” Denver roared, pulling off his red jumpsuit’s zipper halfway. “That was my cracker. My late-night , nobody-else-is-awake, I-dip-it-in-Nairobi’s-leftover-honey cracker.”
“It’s the principle , Papá!” Denver shoved a chair aside. He grabbed a stapler like a weapon. “I’ll staple his eyebrows together!”
Denver blinked. He patted his jumpsuit pocket. Crinkle. He pulled out a slightly smashed, but very real, saltine cracker.
“It was on the counter,” Rio stammered. “I was hungry.”
Just as Denver lunged, a small voice cut through. “Excuse me.”
The Royal Mint of Spain was silent, save for the hum of the printing presses. But in the cafeteria, chaos was about to erupt.
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Tokyo watched from the doorway, smirking. “Denver, you’re going to wake the hostages.”
Denver sighed, a dramatic, world-weary sigh. He broke the cracker in half. He handed one piece to Rio.
“That wasn’t on the counter ,” Denver roared, pulling off his red jumpsuit’s zipper halfway. “That was my cracker. My late-night , nobody-else-is-awake, I-dip-it-in-Nairobi’s-leftover-honey cracker.”
“It’s the principle , Papá!” Denver shoved a chair aside. He grabbed a stapler like a weapon. “I’ll staple his eyebrows together!”
Denver blinked. He patted his jumpsuit pocket. Crinkle. He pulled out a slightly smashed, but very real, saltine cracker.
“It was on the counter,” Rio stammered. “I was hungry.”
Just as Denver lunged, a small voice cut through. “Excuse me.”
The Royal Mint of Spain was silent, save for the hum of the printing presses. But in the cafeteria, chaos was about to erupt.