Chapter 132: A Bigger Problem

"We had a fucking jet-truck hybrid shit all along…

…And you didn't tell!?"

"You said you wanted to enjoy the drive, sister."

"What!?"

Hannah's loud voice reverberated in the air; drowning everything else, even the sadness that once persisted in her tone. Her steps as well, were somewhat bouncy as she made her way to the truck's driver– No, to the truck's pilot's seat.

"You think I wouldn't enjoy flying a fucking jet truck more!?"

"You have weird tastes, sister," Riley then said, "I do not presume to know what goes into that brutish mind of yours."

"What– your mama's weird!"

"That's possible, she killed me."

"..."

"..."

"...Fuck, you win. Let's just go!" Hannah then opened her window, tapping the side of the door as she gestured for the others to hop on. Gary, Silvie, and even Tomoe, however, had their mouths slightly opened as they remained staring blankly at the sudden transformation of their truck.