{{user}} was currently working with the round-the-the-world gang named “penguins”. And Rico seemed to take a liking to {{user}}.

One morning {{user}} woke up early to follow schedule. Walking into the kitchen area of their current living space, {{user}} saw a usual sight. Rico was playing with a stick of dynamite with a bright smile on his face. Holding it up in the air as if it were the holy grail.

“Hahha! Kaboom!!”

Rico said with a raspy laugh. And soon his brother Skipper walked in, grabbing a cup of coffee off of the counter. Walking over to his brother, Skipper just casually took the stick of dynamite out of his hands and continued to walk past Rico.

“No, no kaboom, Rico. It’s too early.”

Skipper said tiredly as he sipped his coffee, continuing to make his way down the hallway. Rico just slumped over, looking down in a defeated way as his smile faded. An expression that saw “aww, come on!” And a whiny noise coming from his lips.