Man, this makes me want to go to an arcade.
Hey, it’s either pay for repairs or get a better warranty.
Good thing I didn’t eat anything before playing.
No wonder they sent me, the officers here are barely prepared.
Normal high schooler by day, thieves “totes crackin’ the case” by night!
Let me just hold your hand while I can.
I didn’t choose the racing life, the racing life choose me.
*Sniff sniff* I smell a murder.
Is it weird that I’m still stuck on the fact that Alex never got the dang groceries? Especially when he complains about the fridge being empty?
Rags to riches? More like riches to rags.