"Holy shit..." Lopez said as a look of impressedness (New word!) crossed his beak and landed on his face, though JT was quick in giving him the boot from the place as hr couldn't be trusted around shit. JT: "Take a hike bird, go call Kovich and report to work." Lopez: "One, that's racist gringo. Two, fúck you, I wouldn't screw him with a te-" JT: "I meant because he's your boss you fücking idiot." Lopez: "...Touché." Without another word the sarcastic Mexican bird walked out of the room as the comic relief he provided stretched itself thin, and JT smiled in thanks to Damien just before looking down at the gear. "How much do I owe you?"