As Maron explained what they had to do, Kuhn's eyes went blank, his expression turned cold, and he spoke, harshly. "Leave dis to me, young lady." He promised, as he rounded the corner - to where the cart was, before the two girls did. They could hear the echoes of loud bangs and crashes, wood breaking and stone cracking, as they turned the corner, all four of the men wearing "REDICAL DREADICAL" T-shirts were knocked out, bleeding from their noses, shattered ribs. Kuhn held one of them by the throat, pushing him against the wall, his revolver against his head. Pulling the hammer back.

"Now. You're going to apologize to this little lady." Kuhn said, as the man looked over at Maron with tears of fear in his eye. "S-sorry!" He stuttered, as Kuhn's face curled into a smile. He pulled the trigger. "Bang." He said, as the gun clicked. It was empty. He let the man go from his grip, the man fell to the ground, not moving. He had passed out from the shock.

"Whoops."

"Needless to say, these boys are more than sorry for what they did, and they offered us dis alcohol as compensation." Kuhn said, grabbing a bottle of cider that he uncorked, took four swigs off, and immediately started blushing, a little bit, clearly already getting intoxicated. "We should, uh, head back to the camp. Tell the beautiful angel there of our succes."

***

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO MORE BOOZE?!" Chester shouted, his voice echoing across the entire block. "WHERE DID IT GO?!"

"S-Sir, th -WAH" The man cried as Chester interrupted him, punching him in the face. Chadwick came rushing into the room. "Dude, Chesterbro! It was the green ones who took our booze, not our fault! But don't worry, we're gonna show them what the REdical squad is really all about! we gonna bring it to em, tomorrow, at noon!"

"... You better have more booze hidden away, or I'm not waiting till noon." Chester promised, Chad swallowed, hard. "Y-Ye, I have a mini fridge with beer, only meant for me, but I'll share it with you, bro!"

"Great!" Chester exclaimed, with a smile.

***

"Lady Kobicha! The reds are saying we should old [i]The Games[/i] tomorrow at noon! They weanna meet in the plaza, it's frat vs. Frat this year. It might get messy!" A young man, dressed in a green T-shirt, brown shorts and flip-flops informed the woman.

"Heck does Frat vs. Frat mean?"

"You don't know?" Another voice added.

"It's a prank-brawl! And this year, those idiots have really gone too far!"