John smiled a little. "that's good. So, how is the impala, and who's camarois that oyt there? She's a buet." He murmurred, running a hand though his hair.
Michael smiled proudly. "That's mine. I've always been partial to the model." he replied, chuckling.
Sam looked curious. "Dad, why are you so hyper?"
John looked at him. "No.fucking idea, Sammy."