Sprocket, Case Cracker, and Gordon started driving toward Mane Ashbury where the pizzeria was.

Gordon: *Relaxing in seat* That was pretty close.
Sprocket: We still would have won if the cops didn't mostrar up.
Case Cracker: Man, we still won. That's all that matters.

They arrive at the pizzeria

Gordon: Jim's waiting outside again.
Jim: *Sitting on bench*
Case Cracker: Hey, no Fillydelphians came by?
Jim: No. tu prevented them all from getting into here from Oatland.
Gordon: It wasn't easy, but we did it.
Jim: *Gives Gordon, Sprocket, and Case galleta five thousand dollars* tu did good today.
Case Cracker: Thanks. Now it's only a matter of time before they plot their siguiente attack.
Jim: We'll be prepared. Just come over here tomorrow, and I'll tell tu what to do.
Gordon: Okay. We'll keep in touch.

Later at the bar

Sprocket: *Playing 8 ball*
Gordon: *watching football game* Packers vs Seahawks. Who are tu rooting for?
Case Cracker: Packers, definitely. *drinks*
Gordon: I agree. *Finishes drink* Waiter, get me another drink.
Waiter: How many did tu have so far?
Gordon: Does it matter? Get me another fucking drink!
Case Cracker: *Watching TV* Whoo! Field goal!
Gordon: Which team?
Case Cracker: Packers.
Gordon: Are they winning?
Case Cracker: The game just started man. Of course they are.
Gordon: Oh... I didn't notice. *Passes out, and falls on the ground*
Sprocket: *Stares at him* He nearly hit the pool table.
Case Cracker: *Chuckles* jesús christ. *Picks up Gordon* Okay man, time to get tu home.
Waiter: *Arrives with a drink* What happened? Is he drunk?
Case Cracker: Possibly. He could be dead.
Waiter: I doubt that.
Case Cracker: *Laughs as he leaves with rueda de espigas, piñón carrying Gordon*

2 B Continued