[Badou slowly and cautiously removes a chip from the bag beside him, never taking his eye off the perps, and softly munches. He too was bored as fuck, but more than used to the dick hazardous hours of stake outs. The noise his companion made draws his gaze and he rolls his eye. The kid had to have been more as fuck by now. Even antsy. It took a lot of experience to get used to stake outs. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. The kid didn't look to be Ants in His Pants level (surprise, surprise, the blow (.........) hard (......)) but it was only a matter of time. Honestly, kids these fucking days can't sit still for jackshit other than getting their dickey rides or playing videyagames. Putting the binoculars down, his hands rapidly sweep into the outlined and drilled into their newly and mournfully stretched asses the hand codes they had agreed upon before the mission. They were even flash cards and sock puppets.
Something along the lines of: see anything yet? No bling bling in sight but that fucker there's on the list. if your reamed ass is getting crusty no ones stopping you from going home, taking a dump, and going to sleep. Sick days start in hell
Of course, however Jojo interprets it also has the fate of their mission on the line. Good luck, Solid Snake.]
BANZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI~
Something along the lines of: see anything yet? No bling bling in sight but that fucker there's on the list. if your reamed ass is getting crusty no ones stopping you from going home, taking a dump, and going to sleep. Sick days start in hell
Of course, however Jojo interprets it also has the fate of their mission on the line. Good luck, Solid Snake.]