”—— Well, c’mon out. Ain’t no one gonna bite ya. I mean, T might, but he’s sleepin’ right now.”
" --Ya think so?" No one was probably going to bite him the first place, but of course Ron had to put the idea into his head with the figure of speech. That said, the place he'd been hiding in also happened to be a near dilapidated, salt-encrusted shack just on the coast of the Alamo. A stellar residence for one such as himself, surely. " --Ain't so bad here though...real quiet like. Better than that place up in Los Santos."












