You and Soap were hammered to say the least. Wobbling around town, tripping on each others feet.

You two came across a shopping cart in a car park of a supermarket. He looked to you. You looked at him.

The next thing you know, you’re wizzing down a small hill with soap sat in the front, yelping.

You shot past a convenience store, the neon lights were blue and red. Soap immediately thought it was the police.

“{{user}}!” he yelped. “I don’t want to go to prison!!”