Joe followed along with Nikola, but his response to Nikola was the same as it was to Stephen, and Dani if he had heard her. Joe whispered back to Nikola, "I expect this kind of paranoid shit from Stephen, and even Dani, but not you Daddy-O!"
At this point, Joe raised his voice, and said, "Now, instead of biting the hand that feeds us, why don't we all sit down for a nice relaxing night before we head back on the road.There's no re..."
Joe stopped mid sentence, a sudden fatigue coming over him. "You know Nikola, these chairs ARE comfortable..." As Joe said that, he slumped over on the couch, fast asleep.
However, it wasn't from the travelling. It was from a good meal, or more accurately, what was put in a good meal.
Stephen's paranoia paid off, but Joe wasn't the only one to note that he hadn't eaten anything. Ernest had been listening from the other room, and once he heard the drugs take effect, he was standing in the doorway from the kitchen, with his shotgun in hand.
By this point, if Dani and Nikola were not convinced to sleep, they would be too groggy to be quick on the trigger.
Ernest called out from where he stood. "Now, I know y'all ain't no damn traders. So for those of you still with us, why don't we talk about what you really are?"
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