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After one of the idiots threw a Molotov cocktail, Nile looked around to check if everyone was still alive.
Nile: "Nicky, get out of your trousers."
Nicky: "Not on our first date."
Nile: "I admire that you are a man who is hard to get."
Nicky: "Thanks. It took Joe eight attempts to get me out of my clothes."
Joe: "It was only five. Hard work, but it was only five attempts."
Nicky: "You and I remember things differently."
Nile: "Before you two start arguing, I think you should know that your trousers are on fire, Nicky."
Nicky looked over his shoulder and saw that the backside of his trousers was indeed on fire, so he took them off.
Nicky: "Just so you know it, Joe, I blame you for all of this."
Joe: "How is it my fault that your trousers were on fire?"
Nicky: "Because your intense staring at my ass is probably the reason why my trousers were on fire."
Joe: "No, it is your hot ass that is the reason for your burned trousers."
Nile placed one hand on Joe's head and the other hand on Nicky's head before she forced them to look to her right.
Nile: "I thought you should know they are done regrouping and are getting ready for the next attack."
Joe: "We should get going."
Nile: "You think?"
When Joe and Nile looked at Nicky, he had put on some new trousers.
Nicky: "We will talk about my burning trousers when we get home, Joe."
As they moved on, Nile knew as much fun it would be to watch Joe and Nicky argue, she also knew what would come after when Joe and Nicky were done arguing, and that was something she didn't wanna watch.