Quint, looked up at his glasses. sighing. "Vincent, may i have my glasses back?." Quint asked, looking into Vincent's eyes. Vincent chuckled. Vincent:"And, why would i give them back?." Vincent replied, a wide smirk across his face. Quint held his head. clearly irritated. "Please?." Vincent still denied his request, grinning. Zara looked at Quint. Zara:"So, where's my money?." Quint sighed. "First of all, its my money. Second of all. i don't have any." Silas groaned, aggitated.
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