When I returned back to our factions Island, I received a familiar greeting with Luka sitting on a wall and Albert leaning against you.
"Oh, hey! Look, clowns. We can probably run a circus, kids will laugh from your faces alone."
"What?" Luka muttered. "Why do you insult us right away?"
That was quite the mild reaction.
"Oh, he's a masochistic cunt. He wants us to tell him that making kids laugh is better than showing his face to criminals and having them wet their pants."
That's better.
Hey!
"Hey!" I snapped. "What brings you guys here for this bright greeting. Actually, how long DO you wait here?"
"An hour?"
"Don't tell him that, Albert, you fool."
"Wow, get a life."
"See, shouldn't have told him."
Albert wheezed at that and stood up straight. "Come along," he said. "We're having a meeting. A factional meeting."
I hadn't told them any part of what had actually gone down. I was almost sure they'll ask the details, but it seemed to not be the case.