A Month Later
Derrick, Jason's friend and co-worker was called to the job of delivering a dozen pizzas to the same address.
"Dude, I'm telling you," Jason told him as he loaded the backseat of the car, "They're huge, but don't forget the
money! I don't want to see the look on Mr. Jameson's face when you tell him you don't have the money!"
"Calm down, Jason. I'm not going to get scared of a bunch of guys younger than me." Derrick said, trying to reassure Jason.
When Derrick arrived at the Black's house, he used his elbow to ring the doorbell. Again, Billy answered the door.
"Come in!" He told Derrick. Derrick followed him to the dining room table, where he set down the twelve pizza boxes.
He looked around the table and saw the same, very large, teenage boys, staring at the pizza hungrily.
He ran out as fast as his legs could carry him, jumped in the car, put it in gear, and then slammed his foot on the accelerator.
Billy was about to tell Jake to run out with the money again, but Jake said, "Don't bother, dad. He's LONG gone, now!"
"Jason was right!" Derrick tried to explain to Mr. Jameson, "They ARE huge!"
"I don't care. You SHOULD have gotten the money!"
"Told you, dude." Jason whispered in Derrick's ear.