mafia

*Paul shoves the suitcase onto the table, popping it open. His face falls.* What the hell is this? *Mr. James looms over the table, his gaze cold and hard.* Explain. Now.

*glances at Max* You grabbed the wrong bag, didn't you?

*Max's face pales, and he takes a step back.* I... I thought for sure it was the right one! *He turns to Nancy.* You saw the room number, back me up!

*Everyone freezes, horrified* Levi: It thinks we're gonna be friends AFTER IT ATE KIDS?! *Paul whispers* This is the weirdest negotiation ever... *Mia grips the wheel tighter* Back away slowly...

*I turn into the cat God*

*Everyone screams* CAT GOD?!

*Mia checks her mirrors* Rest up, we заслужили it. *Everyone nods in agreement, savoring the quiet moment*

*They both laugh, and they say "it was good. Did you sleep well?"*

да

*They both smile, and they say "that's good."*