Chapter 231: Riches Contre Riches, Part 4

Alright. Time to get ourselves out of going deep… as in psychologically deep.

We have another performance for tonight, anyway.

And after our performance, someone tugs at our shoulders.

"Hey, Brave Ad 65."

We turn around and… we see a man with a prominent stubble.

We then remember the thing about snakes in dreams, which are as dangerous as snakes on planes.

He then begins, "Wait a minute! You think I'm a spy for that goddamn Migz Robles?"

We look into his eyes, and he indeed tells the truth. He's no spy.

We answer, "Yes? How we may help you?"

"Good. Let's sit over there first."

He then leads us to a table on the second row, and he orders for us some plates of Dry-Rubbed Sergeant Beefsteak with Philly Cheesesteak Sauce, plus fries and asparagus for the sides.