"I can't believe it," the Luchadore said with his smile beaming from under his mask. "We're on our first mission for the team."
John replied as he picked up an armful of boxes of macaroni and cheese, "We're just grocery shopping." He dropped the boxes into the cart that Dr. Huerta was steadily having to pull to the left to keep it from crashing into the shelves on his right. "And stop lifting up your mask like that when you talk. Jay-sis, you've got an opening for your mouth right there."
"No," the Luchadore replied before pulling his mask back down over his face.
"And why are you wearing that mask to the supermarket? It makes you look retarded."
"Does not."
"Does."
"Does not."
"Does."
"DOES NOT."
"DOES."
"DOES ....."
"Are you two going to be quiet, or do I have to make you be quiet?" Dr. Huerta said in a very authoritative voice.
The Luchadore and John both hung their heads in shame as they said, "Sorry," in unison.
"That's better," he said as he turned around to grab a few more items from Shirley's list. John quickly slapped Luchadore's arm. Lucha returned the slape, except a little harder. Then John slapped Lucha a little harder too. Again and again until both men were wrestling on the floor.
A FEW MINUTES LATER
John is limping beside the shopping cart while the Luchadore holds onto the opposite side of the basket. Dr. Huerta is still fighting the pull to the right. "I can't believe you did that to us again," John said.
"Yeah," Luchadore chimed in. "Do you know how big of a pain in the butt it is not to be able to see?"
"I warned you," the doctor replied. "Besides, you'll both be back to normal in a few minutes. I swear, lab rats learn faster than you two."
"Can I...," Lucha began to say before Dr. Huerta cut him off.
"No, you can't ride in the shopping cart. We've got to put groceries in there."
"But I'm blind!"
"If he gets to ride in the shopping cart, I get to play the crane game up front."
"Why did I ever decide to take you two on?" Huerta mumbled to himself.
