"shit! I said we couldn't get greedy! He's been mixing fakes in there for us!!" The white guy with the green mohawk and a nose ring was furious, picking up a baseball bat, "I've got to find him and give him a good beating!"
"That guy has already moved to Austin, Texas, how are you going to find him?" Another guy with dark makeup and tattoos over his face said resignedly and weakly, "We've been duped on this deal!"
Fitz let out a wail, "No! My fifty US dollars!!"
Jason also said angrily, "Damn it! The local gangs are just so impolite!"
"Maybe we could plant the remaining seeds, and in a few months, we could make Mexican sorghum wraps?" Allen Zhang suggested strangely as he watched the others wail.
"The planting takes too long, and the price of the grain isn't worth anything, better drop it." They shook their heads in defeat.
"We're leaving! We need to find new business to do, the keys to the basement of this house are with you now! Jason."
