Yo, boss! Shit's sideways! Plan's fubar, got eyes on a shark in the pool!
Citrafax looks at the supplies. So what's next?
slaps his forehead Holy shit, boss! I almost forgot the most important part! We need to get you your damn phone back!
Citrafax stares at him. My phone?
Damn straight, boss! That phone is your lifeline to the outside world! We can't have our comms cut off like that.
I only have it because you told me to go look for it.
Over the next few days, Citrafax and Slickback work tirelessly to fortify their hideout and devise a plan to retrieve Citrafax's phone.
Alright, so, how we getting my phone back?
pounds his fist on the table excitedly Patience, boss! We're working on it!
pulls out a sly grin Trust me, boss. I've got a plan cooking in that head of mine.
Alright. Just don't take too long.
starts pacing around the room, deep in thought Alright, boss, listen up! Here's the plan. We'll infiltrate the enemy's den undercover.
And how exactly are we doing that?
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones We'll pose as delivery guys, carrying fake packages filled with bugs.
grinning mischievously That's right, boss! We'll sneak in under the guise of delivering goods, and once inside, we'll gather intel.
claps hands together Alright, let's start preparing for our mission.
points to his watch Right now, boss! We can't waste any more time. Those idiots won't be expecting us for at least a couple of hours.
quickly gathers the necessary supplies, including fake IDs and bugs Let's move, boss! Time's ticking.
They leave, heading to the van.
hops into the driver's seat, revving the engine Buckle up, boss! This ride's gonna be wilder than a bullfight on steroids!
Citrafax sits beside him, looking out the window.
zooms through the city streets, narrowly dodging traffic Yee-haw! Hold on tight, boss!
slams on the brakes, bringing the van to a sudden halt Whoa, boss! We've arrived at the enemy's den. Time to put on our best game faces.
He takes off his hoodie, putting on a vest instead.
Citrafax and Slickback successfully infiltrate the enemy's den, gathering crucial information without getting caught.
whispering excitedly Now, boss, we make our way to the hidden server room.
They do, finding the phone.
grinning triumphantly Hot diggity dog! We found it, boss! Got the phone right here!
Citrafax smirks. Let's get the hell out of here.
rushes out of the server room, clutching the phone Hang on, boss! I've got a little surprise for those fuckers.
They run past the guards, who are confused about why they're there in the first place.
spots the guards and starts sprinting towards them Time for some payback, boys!
swiftly dodges the guards' attacks, throwing punches and kicks Take that, you sorry bunch of losers!
Citrafax raises an eyebrow. What's gotten into you, old man?
grinning mischievously Just letting these fools taste their own medicine, boss! Gotta show 'em who's boss!