"You sure about this, F" Michael said, as Michael, Franklin, And Trevor got on the plane leaving Los Santos. "For the fifth time, M, Yes I am sure. Don't worry, Dog. it will go fine."
"I am just looking forward to Chica! You guys stay off, she's mine." Trevor said defensively.
"UGH! Gross, Bro. You can have 'Er." Franklin Had gotten them all jobs as security guards at Freddy Fazbear's pizza in Vice City. Franklin always was a thrill seeker. They all got on the plane and got ready for the long plane ride.
The plane arrived at the Vice City airport. Both T and F were up, but Michael was sleeping.
"Hey, F." Trevor said. "I know just how to get him up." Trevor leaned over and whispered in Michaels ear.
"Did someone say yoga? "Trevor said.
"AHHHHH!" Michael screamed. Franklin and Trevor laughed hysterically. "Fuck you guys. Lets just go." They picked up their luggage and hailed a cab. "Were going over to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria." Franklin said.
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The trio arrived at the restaurant after a 30 minute drive. "And I thought Amanda was scary. Just look at this place." Franklin, Michael, And Trevor all walked in and immediately noticed the sense of dread. Trevor looked straight at the stage and immediately noticed Chica. "CHICA! I LOVE YOU!" Trevor ran over to the stage, jumped up and Hugged Chica. "OH, I LOVE YOU! WE ARE PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER!" Chica didn't move or say anything. "OH, I SEE. The Silent treatment. I will see you tonight lovebird." As Trevor walked off stage Chica whispered to Freddy. "I love that man."
"So. Did you clowns fix us up?" Trevor asked.
"Yes, Trevor." Said the Arabic man that ran the restaurant. "Here are your uniforms. And don't break anything."
"Lets get this show on the road." Michael said.