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"Not necessarily." He said with a smile.
"Ahhhh, Shit!" He exclaimed, looking back, "They're leaking through the police line!"
"Sounds good, you might wanna put your own shirt on before you go, though." He said with a chuckle.
"Cause then I wouldn't get as much gas." Niko said, moving to the next car to drain. "Last time I trusted a Russian, he was my best friend, then...
"I can never trust a Russian! Not after the war!" Segg said. "Ugh, this gas still tastes like bilge..." Niko said in a sickly tone.
"You're tell me! My neighbor accused me of being a Russian spy the other day!"
"Yep." He said, putting his cup in the sink.
He spins the car around as pained yells are heard. His eyes get wide and he quickly rolls up the windows. "Damn war..." He mutters.
"We've got rioters on the main intersection. We gotta turn around."
He smiles playfully back, finishing up his coffee.
He began transferring fuel into their car, the taste of gasoline lining his mouth.
"I wonder what." He said with a wink.
"Like a rock." He said, smiling back and sipping his coffee.
Talck finds himself stopped at a police line, "What the hell! ...Dammit! Riots!"
He smiles, "Cream, please."
"On it." Talck says, getting a move on.
He walks down to the kitchen and sees her, then chuckles, "You look good, Love."
He stops at the street he was told to. "That'll be $10.50."
Segg turns off the radio and shakes his head. "It's too early for all this..."
"Well, Australia, the US, Britain, and France should have things under control, I hope."