[center][h2][color=009966]Joseph 'Tank' Cooper[/color][/h2][/center]
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"[color=009966]Jesus Greg[/color]," Tank said, his tone a bit hard, though he started chuckling a moment later. He shook his head at the whole thing. Wallace had probably tripped on something knowing him. Tank doubted the guy could trust his own feet, let along his mouth. That was why he decided to head with Greg and Cecily. Tank gave a nod to confirm he'd tag along. The day was still young, and Wallace might say something warped enough to be useful. He let out a sigh, and started to follow Greg. 

"[color=009966]Hmmm?[/color]" he let out unexpectedly, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "[color=009966]Hold on, let me take this.[/color]" He held out a finger to keep both Greg and Cecily still for a moment. "[color=009966]Yeah, hello?...What?[/color]" he asked, and the 'what' was said with barely suppressed urgency, emphasis on the ending 't'. "[color=009966]No it...No I...[i]my god[/i],[/color]" he looked at them, his face aghast. The phone was dropped from his ear, his arm suddenly lost strength due to the news. "[color=009966]The pizza is ready.[/color]"