ordering at a fast food joint in the middle of a very low stakes intel mission.
Cashier: Hi how are you, what can I get you both?
Soap: Swell, I’ll get a number three with extra onion.
Ghost: Mornin. Number two no pick—
Soap: Wee man would like extra pickles in his number two.
Ghost: Johnny shut—no pickles.
Soap: Okay yeah no pickles but he’ll take extra cheese, onion, an tomato’s—
A hand is promptly slapped over soaps mouth.
Ghost: Number two with just the meat and lettuce.
Ghost struggles to pull a twenty out his pocket AND cover the Sargents mouths he thrashes, just plopping it on the counter and shoving soap towards the exit.
Sitting at some bench fully decked out in gear and a soggy bag between them.
Soap: Forgot to order my shake.
Ghost: Be lucky I didn’t tell price you were KIA.