𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳. Save my friend’s life and we’ll save yours, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯. Save Eddie and we won’t let that van hit you. I swear it.