"'Til we Esuna him probably," Thatch said, sticking Espio in the back seat before climbing in himself. Stuck in the backseat of his own car. What a travesty but worth it. He put on his own shades since they were, in fact, cruising, and looked to Ace.

"We need to get you some, Freckles. And a pair for our charming bachelor friend." Have a noogie, Espio. "Let's book it, Nam-chan." Or drive at a reasonable speed. Once they were fast enough and far enough away from the garden, he would turn Espio back.