"Point. You're a big name now huh? Modeling and that league thing or what not. Have fun with all that."
He grunted as he tried moving a particularly heavy crate. "As for stealing..." Yeah that thing wasn't going to be moving. "Pop's dead, you know that. It's just me and Terry left, and we've got to keep afloat." A little bit of anger creeps into his voice. "Terry has his way of doing things, I've got mine. Which is more selective and practical. Hold on a sec," he raises a hand to indicate a minute and there's a flash as he teleports away with the stubborn crate to a stashing location and returns a moment later.
"Whatever, they've got useful stuff here."
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