Chapter Text
“One green bottle, standing on the wall,
One green bottle, standing on the wall,
And if one green bottle, should accidentally fall,
There’ll be no green bottles standing on the wall.”
Becker sighed in relief. They’d started at one hundred, and no amount of threatening to leave them by the side of the road or feed them to a velociraptor had made any difference.
But now it was over, thank god.
“One hundred green bottles, standing on the wall…”
Becker stopped the truck, climbed out, and opened one of the back doors.
Danny and Connor blinked at him.
“Out. Now.”