Is Thomas delivering the giraffe and the apples, or is he taking them? That’s for you to decide!

Look, Thomas. I don’t know about this.

“What’s wrong, Skidz? You wussin’ out on me? Because you know what we do to wusses around here.”

No, I’m just saying, what if we get caught, you know? They could send us to prison.

“Pfft. Prison? You think that scares me? I been to the slammer three times before. It’s like my home away from home. You think I’d be scared to go home, Skidz?”

No, Thomas! Not at all!

“Well, you’re right. I ain’t. So, we stick to the plan, you got me? You go gather the apples. I snag the giraffe. We bring em down to the docks, where Gustav will be waiting with 40 kilos of pure, hard coal.”

What happens to the giraffe, Thomas?

“Skidz, how many times I tell you: don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to, okay?”

Fine, fine! But what if I run into a guard at the orchard?

“What do you think that gat I gave you is for?”

Geez, Thomas! You’ve really changed, man! Remember when you used to teach kids?

“I’m still a teacher. Just now I’m teaching harsh realities, you feel me?”

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