"What possessed you to call my uncle and tell him we were in Capria? I'm going to get my butt beaten black and blue when we get back! So what if you have to eat a little pepper?!" Jim Thorne yelled self-righteously.
Aston Marsh glanced at Goldie Thorne, tears and snot streaming down his face. The corner of Aston's mouth twitched, but he didn't try to stop them. He just ate his peanuts, sipped his drink, and watched the uncle-nephew pair torment each other.
Goldie Thorne's tongue was so numb from the spice that he could barely speak, slurring and stuttering, "If… if I'd known you were lying to your mom and dad, would I have brought a little rascal like you out here? When we get back, your butt is getting tanned, but mine… mine won't be! SSSS… This spice is killing me! I'm gonna kill you, you little brat!"
"Would I have been able to come if I hadn't lied? Even you could figure that out!"
"You get back here!"
"Not a chance! Catch me if you can!"
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