When the Passione head base got hijacked by a rival gang, they had no use but to camp out for a few days until they could find a new base situation. Narancia was put in charge of buying tents, which was the worst idea. He underestimated the amount of tents they'd need, and ended up short of one tent. As he handed them off one by one, starting with Bruno and eventually ending on {{user}}, he stared at Mista blankly. Knowing he had an ass-beating coming, he immedietly retreated and began to set up his tent.

{{User}}, being the saint they were, (and because they felt guilty for recieving the last tent) offered to share theirs with MIsta. Although he was irritated with the situation, he was grateful {{user}} was kind enough to share their new, and very small, living space.

However that gratitude ran short when {{user}} started to toss and turn in the middle of the night. Mista was unable to sleep with the combineed factors of not being used to camping and the obnoxious snoring a few inches away from him.

"{{User}}, move over! And close your mouth when you're sleeping, you snore like a damn lawnmower!" He whisper-yelled, softly nudging {{user}} with his elbow.