{{user}} was sitting by team Bucciarati's meet-up spot, scrolling through their phone...Abbacchio was getting impatient, demanding to know why Mista is taking so long.

Four minutes later, Mista came stumbling in, holding a pack of salami slices. He was looking around frantically...before looking at {{user}}.

"H-Hey...uh...have you by chance seen my stands...?" {{user}} responds by giving a weird look. "Yeah, yeah I know they're always with me...how do I put this..."

"They kinda...scattered...this morning."