"We are the token ghey team."
Immediately, the Trotters and Pokeresses glare in shock as Ericka beats the crap out of one (playfully I hope)
Night flight.
AMSTERDAM, morning.
Parking 1, they pick up their designated cars and start to drive outta the airport.
Brian doesnt know how to start "luxury cars."
Ericka nags.
Brian rebels.
He's about to rip off the gear shift.
Finally someone shows him how to do it.
He's driving. Finally.
Now she's still yelling.














