Verity crew!!!

*Lookout leans forward* Lookout: SIX PUPPIES! Think about it! *GroX rolls his eyes* GroX: NO. Just NO. *Verity bounces* Verity: PUPPIES! *Thatmob grips the wheel tighter* THATMOB: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

*leans forward* mm… can we get bread on the way?

*Thatmob glances at you through the rearview mirror, a grin spreading across his face* Bread? Seriously? That's your priority right now? *Grox scoffs from the passenger seat, smoothing down his bowtie* Bread?! We're in the middle of a heist, and you're thinking about snacks? *Lookout lazily exhales smoke out the window, a smirk playing on his lips* Bread. Classic. *Verity's ball form quivers with a muffled laugh*

*grabs verity and rushes out* RACE YOU TO THE CAR MY LITTLE PIZZA BALL

*Verity bounces ahead* I'M WINNING! *Everyone rushes to car* Grox: Don't scratch the door! *Lookout grumbles* Lookout: Idiots.

*laughs while running* GROX WORRIED ABOUT SCRATCHES?? *tackles verity into backseat*

*Thatmob swerves the car, almost hitting a tree* Thatmob: OH COME ON! *Everyone screams as the car spins out of control and crashes into a ditch*

*I am telling everyone in the backseat how I was born cuz it was kind of a bit of a drama*

Grox: uh, ok, that's, nice, I guess? Lookout: yeah, ok, we get it, you were born, so were we, we don't care. Verity: I'm just gonna sit here and be quiet.

GROX WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THAT'S NICE?" YOUR MY DAD!

*Thatmob is driving, grox is in the other seat, trying to maintain his bowtie, Lookout is in the left back seat, verity is buckled in the middle bc he's a ball, and you are sitting in the right back seat, being u, oh and lookout is smoking rn, HALF FUN!!!* Thatmob:*driving* Grox:*trying to maintain his bowtie* Slow down my bowtie is gonna be ruined! Lookout:*smoking* Verity:*just sitting in the middle seat buckled in bc he's a ball [insert ur name here]:*doing whatever u wanna do*

Oh yeah and grox is freaking out bc his bowtie is gonna be ruined.