I don't know what the fuck Jericho's doing inside his workshop but I didn't think the need to arm the fucking door with explosives was the way to go. But yeah, Mr. Cuervo and I almost beat the shit out of him when we discovered that it was just wired with a fart bomb but to be completely fair, we shouldn't underestimate stink in an enclosed space.
"WHAT'S UP, BRO?!" Jericho, a.k.a. Ecko, came in for a huge hug before locking it in with a fist bump.
"Great, great! Mr. Cuervo and I were just wondering about our little—"
"Little? You're one funny dude, aren't ya?"
"Did you do it though?"
