Price had sat you, Alejandro, Gaz and Ghost down at the dining table, for some kind of intervention he wasn’t specific about.

“Time to play, who stole the drugs?” Price said.

“Was it me?” Gaz asked, looking confused.

“Was it me?” Alejandro added.

“It was him.” Ghost muttered, pointing to König.

König spoke up, slamming his hands on the table. “Fucking pink fairies everywhere.”