I’m just glad I have good upper-body strength.
This jungle is just crawling with pests.
Prison is seeming so familiar these days.
Well, hello, pretty people. A heist, you say?
Boat armies are the worst.
So we missed some stuff. And one more to go.
So … many … candles …
Look, babe. Just deal with it.
This isn’t as romantic as I thought it would be.
I’m curious how much a personal army costs…
She’s got to be over here somewhere, right?
So, I’m still a bit rusty.
And so we start, at the beginning.
Something fishy I smell, and it’s not this disgusting swamp.