"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"
Wade, who had lifted half his mask to drink beer, sneezed repeatedly, spraying a glob of snot right onto his crotch. He hurriedly grabbed the sticky fluid with one hand, then, finding one hand wasn't enough, shoved half a can of beer at his wife and used both hands as he explained:
"Guys, I'm sure someone's talking shit about me behind my back. My nose itches like crazy. But this is good—I was just wondering what kind of act to put on for everyone, and now I've got the material. I'll perform some bubble-blowing for you. Send those gifts!"
With that, he pretended to stuff the huge glob of snot in his hands into his mouth, seemingly intending to use it for a bubble-blowing performance.
It was just a joke. He wasn't Old Eight; why would he eat something filthy? It was all for the show and nonexistent virtual gifts.
Mostly because he had just seen Harley chewing bubble gum without offering him a piece, and he was a little jealous.
But at that moment, a brilliant light suddenly erupted on the ring road, which had previously been lit only by fireworks in the sky. A vortex of flames appeared in the road ahead, sweeping toward the front of the truck like a giant gaping mouth.
Ghostface immediately hit the brakes and yanked the wheel, sending the vehicle crashing into a building by the roadside instead of plunging headfirst into the fiery vortex.
The moment Harley noticed someone blocking the road ahead, she jumped out through the window. She did a forward flip in midair and landed steadily in the middle of the road.
The others were basically unharmed despite the crash. Shakara assumed her true form and used magic to shield her husband and Ghostface. As