The OutCasts
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SpeedBlade says before turning away and covering himself again.
“SpeedBlade, come on.”
This time, SpeedBlade doesn’t say anything. Instead, he snores the fakest snores I have ever heard. His fake snore is so loud his helmet shakes.
“Fine,” I say, getting up. “Sorry for bothering your sleep.”
About to walk out, QuickShot appears in front of me.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, “Don’t rub it in.”
“No,” QuickShot says, “I’m not here for that. Also, that’s not me.”