I should also caption this photograph, as Reece, in his modesty,
is holding out on you good people!
Upon careful inspection of this photograph, one can see the fatman's sneaky intention to shoot off Reeces nether-regions whilst the person behind him prepares to deliver a swift knee-strike as well!!!
How did we get out of there alive you ask??
Reece quickly sensed movement behind him and spun round and blocked the would-be attacker and dispatched him with a speedy judo chop to the
adam's apple- I then noticed the red dots of laser scopes swarming around us with the promise of being shredded from the bullets of rifles like that of the fatman.
Clearly this was a ruse, and Amber, sensing this- snapped the flash blinding the fatman just long enough for me to stuff a procciutto submarine sandwich into the fatmans pants and the three of us high fived and made our hasty getaway, looking back only long enough to see the police dogs upon the fatman in an attempt for the sandwich. Reece shouted "Nice try, sandwichpants!" and we ducked into the subway and jumped the 3 train back to wall steet.
We dove into our rental car, lit each others cigarettes, had a hearty chuckle and eluded them through the lincoln tunnel. If they did try to tail us, we lost them in the smog of New Jersey...I fell asleep in the back of that rental car thinking about what else might be waiting for us...
down that dark lost highway...in Pennsylvania...