During the ride, Elvis decided to strike up a conversation, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say. However, Javier was still on the phone with Fabby, who was reporting something to him. Elvis noticed that Javier's face was scrunched up in anger and he was clutching his right hand into a fist. "Alright, Fabby," Javier said, ending the call and gnashing his teeth. "Javier, is everything okay?" Elvis asked, turning to Javier. Javier shook his head. "Daddy always wants to have his way all the time," he complained. Elvis sighed. "Then you should involve grandpa in this before it gets out of hand," he suggested. Javier nodded in agreement. "I think..." Suddenly, “Aaaah!!” Elvis screamed and slammed on the brakes. "Holy fuck!" he cursed, fear visible in his eyes, as he breathed heavily. Javier turned to him, wondering why he was freaking out; Like he saw a ghost. "What happened?" Javier asked, knowing something big must have scared him. "Javier, I accidentally splashed mud on
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