"Where is Vinnie?" Throttle wondered.
Modo nodded to the couch. "He's in a coma."
"What?" Throttle was surprised.
"No, no, nothing like that", Modo grinned. "He's in food coma", he looked at Vinnie. "You know, when you have eaten too much."
"Oh!" Throttle nodded approvingly. "I know what you mean."
Modo chuckled softly. "He'll been a couple of hours out of the game."
"Well, at least he is safe", Throttle patted Modo on the shoulder. "Somehow, I'm not surprised."
Modo laughed.
"Boys!" Charley screamed. "This is your turn to do the dishes!"
"Oh boys", Modo sighed. "Sometimes it seems to me that Vinnie is smarter than us."
Throttle shrugged. "Or he's just a lucky idiot."
"That would probably be better", Modo admitted. "We need to take care of the dirty work!"