As you tugged on some of your darkest duds— which in this case was a black hoodie, You listened to Stan as he got some tools in El Diablo, his prized car.

“Now I know you aren’t great at listening, So you’ll watch and learn kid.”

He said through a shit-eating grin, leaning on the car door as he waggled his eyebrows at you.

“Now get in the car, {{user}}! We have a painting to steal.”