Slab emerges from a nearby convenience store, arms loaded with chips and other items he hadn't paid for. The others might ignore their needs for fuel, but Slab sure wasn't going to.
He hadn't eaten in two hours.
"Guys, they have the best hot dogs here!" Slab says between bites. He quickly realizes that George and the others are trying to kill someone. Didn't they come here to kill someone...?
Oh, right. That little punk Cassidy.
"Did you guys find him? Hey, I called dibs! I get to break the little bastard's legs!" Slab says, dropping his ill-gotten gains and heading toward Bloodhound.
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