DROP FIFTY-FIVE
“Who was that?” Pickle asked as Hector cancelled the call.
“The Milk Juggers.”
“Really? What do they want, they already booked it all for the Snarlies?”
“Apparently, they got plenty of subscribers from our little match. They’re giving us off-hours.”
“Off-hours? That means late nights. If we train that late, it will throw the entire schedule out of whack!”
Hector shrugged and smiled.
“Then again, we don’t have another place to train properly."
