Joey stepped off the plane, and instantly felt a thousand times better. The greenish tinge to his face disappeared, but the scowl stayed in place as he looked about.
"Yeah, I'm good. But really, I was hopin' for Club Med. Lots of rich people to liberate from their money." he says, adjusting his uniform.
"So, where are we headed, ladies?" he asks.
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