Now why the hell did he say a thing like that? Damnit, Ace. Thatch was tempted to kick the back of his seat but as things were it would just make everything a thousand times worse. Oh, and of course Espio took him seriously. Naturally. Damn chameleon.

Fine.

He plunked Espio back in his seat and turned to glare out the car window. If that little bastard wanted to escape he was welcome to all the bruises and broken bones he got from trying.