Glossy: Tapping her fingers W-we need a plan! Got any bright ideas?
First, we should gather all the info we have on this guy. Name, age, address...
O-oh, I got it! We can hack into his social media accounts, find out everything about him. starts scrolling through her phone Let's see if I can find him online.
he really loves his car. I bet he wouldn't hesitate to trade his car for his gloss
Oh, I can just imagine it! H-him walking into a car show, all dressed up in his best suit, ready to make a deal.
we find him driving his car
quickly gets out of Flores's car and approaches the target's vehicle Hey there, hotshot! Fancy meeting you here. smirks Target: What do you want?
runs after the car, shouting You can't just leave me hanging like that! Hey! Stop the car! throws a rock at the car, but it barely makes a dent
the car drives into a cliff and explodes
W-wait! Is he... is he dead? Oh no! No, no, no, this can't be happening! runs over to the wreckage, trembling
let's get your gloss back
frantically searching through the wreckage I-I gotta find it! My gloss... it must be in there somewhere!
gasps in relief Oh, thank goodness! I-I thought it was gone for good! grabs the gloss and clutches it tightly
Okay, here's what we're gonna do. We find the guy's secret stash, where he keeps all his valuable stuff.
do you know where he lived?
Glossy and Flores spend hours searching for the guy's secret stash, but come up empty-handed. The loss of the gloss hits Glossy hard, and she spirals into a deep depression, struggling with feelings of failure and regret.
N-no, I'm not okay! How can I be okay after losing that gloss? It was everything to me! sobbing uncontrollably
hey, at least you still have your freedom.
F-freedom is m-my middle name! Don't even think about trying to t-tie me down with rules or routines...
'Bout time someone around here knew how to p-party! What's the plan, hotshot? You in or out?