Aaron holstered his pistol, a bewildered look on his face.<br/><br/>"Where'd you get all this?" He asked in an amazed tone. He couldn't believe he was able to bring so much food.<br/><br/>"Who cares?!" Kesch said angrilly, "I want to eat this guy, not that stuff!"<br/><br/>"Put him down Kesch." Aaron ordered. Kesch grudgingly did as he was told.<br/><br/>"Why can't I eat him?" Kesch whined, "Because rhis guy says not to? What kind of bullshit is that?"<br/><br/>"We got what we came for Kesch." Aaron stated, picking up the bag of soda, "Just pick up the other bags so we can go." Kesch did as he was told. Aaron walked over to Samuel and looked down at him. "I'm sorry about your legs, don't worry, they'll heal. I just hope you get good at your new job, because if you start selling that shit then you will see us again, and next time he won't be around to save you." He leaned down and patted Samuel's head. "You should feel lucky, not many survive an encounter with Kesch and myself." Aaron stood back up and he and Kesch walked to the end of the alley. "See you both again... in this life or the next!" And with that the two began to walk back to Aaron's house.